I just finished reading Tommyknockers, which I actually enjoyed a lot - perhaps because I'm in desperate straits after the abrupt dissolution of love... anything by King right now is the most wonderful escape from pain I can hope for (well, other than getting sh*tfaced, but as Bukowski said and I must agree, "drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn." -- reading King is a lot safer form of high)
I was struck by a couple things in the book... but I guess mostly the relationship between Gardner and Bobby, and it's dissolution into total nothingness was what struck me the most.
There was a quote earlier in the book, which I don't have now because I tore the page out to give to a friend (ehh, defacing books!) where Gardner comments on the fact that God made man smart enough to -- Lord only knows, build an A-bomb, a nuclear power plant, I can't remember - but stupid enough to keep believing in "forever" over and over again.
And yet, in a book teeming with metaphors for addiction - getting the scoop, digging out the ship, the obsession with seeing fire, and of course Gardner's own drinking - love seems to be the one thing never demonized as such.
So, I don't know... is love the only solution for escaping the destructive power of our passions,
or will our passions ultimately destroy the things we love and we just have to learn to accept that and keep moving on?
Also, just out of curiosity, Does anyone know??



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