I have started The Tommyknockers. It is as bad as I remember. Actually, I don't remember much about it, so it must be super bad. And it is. For instance, one of the characters is constantly referenced by her last name. Think it over. It's weird. It feels wrong. It feels lazy. Ugh.
Anyway, I figured that at least if I can revel in the terrible writing, it might make it slightly more fun. So here is the best passage I have found so far:
When he got drunk, his heart got hot. The nukes. The goddam nukes. It was symbolic, yeah, okay, you didn't really have to be Freud to figure out that what he was really protesting was the reactor in his own heart. When it came to matters of restraint, James Gardener had a bad containment system. There was some technician inside who should have long since been fired. He sat and played with all the wrong switches. That guy wouldn't be really happy until Jim Gardener went China Syndrome.
I just........yeah. Possibly the lengthiest and worst metaphor in SK's oeuvre, although I have a feeling that there are still more gems to come.
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