Just out of boredom I watched most of the The Green Mile the other day. It is a well made film but it is also based on a novel by Stephen King and that always struck me as odd. For fun I downloaded the novel while making sure the pinko author didn’t profit from it and read it over the course of a couple of days.
In general, when I read the book first and then watch the movie it is almost always a disappointment (not in the case of the Lord of the Rings trilogy but definitely the case for The Hobbit fiasco) but when I see the movie first and then read the book, it often is a more pleasant experience. The Green Mile was no different. For all of his many, many personal flaws Stephen King used to be an excellent writer. It is an easy, engaging read even though the paperback clocks in around 550 pages. It was published as a serial novel in six installments but King does a good job of tying the segments together with flashbacks to when Paul Edgecombe is writing of current day in the nursing home.
The book itself as a novel is quite good although you have to get past the clumsy “The giant black man is really innocent and a mystical healer and the real bad buy is White” underlying theme. Like most older people in the North, King assumes that almost every White person in the south is a violent racist looking for an excuse to lynch a black. King is also a degenerate and that comes out in everything he writes. In the movie the wife of the warden, Melinda Moores, is suffering from a brain tumor that John Coffey heals but before he heals her the tumor makes he swear and she does a little in the movie. In the book? Her dialogue is like this:
As if in answer, the old woman’s voice rose again, querulous and certain and utterly lost: ‘Come in here and poke my mudhole, you son of a bitch! Bring your asshole friends, too! Let them all have a turn!’…
…’Oh, so big!’ she cried. She sounded like a little girl just coming down with a bad throat infection. She took her hands – as spongy-white as her face – out from under the counterpane and patted them together. ‘Pull down your pants! I’ve heard about nigger-cocks my whole life but never seen one!’
Pretty standard stuff from King, he can’t help but let his degeneracy show while going after the shock value. In the movie you get the sense of how this once gentle and proper lady is turned inside out by the tumor with a more modest amount of foul language, in the novel King goes overboard as he often does.
I can only handle so much Stephen King as I find him an insufferable, pompous ass but I also don’t spend any money on his books. I love that avowed lefty King says stuff like this about Trump…:
“Because the rise of a political candidate who deliberately appeals to the basest and most violent elements in society, who encourages aggression among his followers, shouts down opponents, intimidates dissenters, and denigrates women and minorities, demands, from each of us, an immediate and forceful response; For all these reasons, we, the undersigned, as a matter of conscience, oppose, unequivocally, the candidacy of Donald J. Trump for the Presidency of the United States.”
…when King writes novels that are full of the most violent, horrifying stuff imaginable. Like actors screeching about gun violence while becoming insanely wealthy by making movies about gun violence, King ought to stay in his lane and STFU about politics.
Anyway, if you enjoyed the movie you will find the book engaging but as always I would recommend finding ways to read it if you choose to without financially supporting King.
Next up, False Gods, the second book in the Horus Heresy series set in the Warhammer 40k universe. I really enjoyed the first book, Horus Rising, so I have high hopes for the rest of the series. I have been staying clear of Warhammer 40k because I don’t need a new, expensive hobby but my boys are really into it and I figured it was time to learn the universe.