I was into Stephen King's early stuff but after a certain time I simply stopped reading him, except to pick up On Writing from a bargain stack. IMO, On Writing is half charming, half dreck. King's the Doritos of lit.
Side note, he visited a nearby H.S. back when I was a junior, and a small group of aspiring writer types was allowed to go hear him lecture, and an even smaller group of us (~30) got to interact with him afterward. Got a signed copy of The Shining. The two central parts of the lecture(s) that I recall were 1) King likes beer from brown, not green, bottles, and 2) sell out and fuck art. Guess that latter should have been obvious.
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