Il bambino inquietante di Shining é tornato. Ormai quarantenne, Dan (Danny) Torrance non ha dimenticato gli orrori dell'Overlook Hotel, ne la follia che si é impossessata del padre Jack in quell'inverno d'isolamento.
Nonostante si fosse ripromesso di non percorrere la stessa strada del suo vecchio, anche Dan finisce vittima dell'alcol, che lo condanna ad una vita da sbandato.
I suoi poteri extrasensoriali ( la soprannominata "Luccicanza"), non sono svaniti, e Dan ancora si trova a combattere i demoni del suo passato, contro i quali l'unica arma che conosce é il bere.
Sarà grazie ad una bambina "speciale" come lui che Dan ritroverà un motivo per vivere. Per salvarla da un grande pericolo dovrà proprio fare appello a quegli scheletri nel suo armadio e finalmente affrontarli.
In generale é un libro scorrevole e magnetico. Sono convinta avrebbe potuto avere altrettanto successo se anche il soggetto non avesse ripescato dal cilindro i vecchi personaggi di Shining. Il racconto, infatti, é totalmente indipendente dal primo capitolo. Vengono creati dei punti di giuntura che ho trovato quasi forzati tra il racconto passato e quello presente.
Forse una trovata dell'autore per attirare piú curiosità, ma certo chi ha letto e amato Shining fino ad averne una paura folle resterà un pó deluso se le aspettative erano alte.
Nonostante tutto, é una lettura piacevole e scorrevole. Consigliata ma non fondamentale!
On the second day of December in a year when a Georgia peanut farmer was doing business in the White House, one of Colorado’s great resort hotels burned to the ground. The Overlook was declared a total loss. After an investigation, the fire marshal of Jicarilla County ruled the cause had been a defective boiler. The hotel was closed for the winter when the accident occurred, and only four people were present. Three survived. The hotel’s off-season caretaker, John Torrance, was killed during an unsuccessful (and heroic) effort to dump the boiler’s steam pressure,
Two of the survivors were the caretaker’s wife and young son. The third was the Overlook’s chef, Richard Hallorann.
Both surviving adults were quite badly injured in the explosion. Only the child was unhurt.
Physically, at least.
So what happened to the kid from Overlook?”
Where was he ?
"Wendy, his mother and Danny were, in the current parlance, codependents, people bound by ties of love and responsibility to an addicted family member.
When a codependent is drowning, somebody else’s life flashes before his eyes.
That struck me as too true to be funny, and I think it was at that point that Doctor Sleep
became inevitable. I had to know."
"That Doctor Sleep follows the latter, which is, in my opinion, the True History of the Torrance Family.
The man who wrote Doctor Sleep is very different from the well-meaning alcoholic who wrote The Shining, but both remain interested in the same thing: telling a kickass story.
I enjoyed finding Danny Torrance again and following his adventures."
Wrote Stephen King about his novel.
The world has a way of keeping things in balance.
The future was cloudy, but tonight the moon was bright. All was as it should be.
Dan was thinking of his father again, reduced to begging jobs from a wealthy old friend after losing his teaching position in Vermont.
He taught English—until he lost his job for hurting a student, that is—in Vermont. And according to his mother, he was quite the party boy in those days.
It was strange to feel sympathy for a man who had almost killed you, but the sympathy was there.
A little boy waiting for his daddy to come home from his job interview at the Overlook Hotel. He had a balsa glider, that little boy, but the wing was busted. It was okay, though. When his daddy came home, he would fix it with tape and glue. Then maybe they would fly it together. His daddy had been a scary man, and how that little boy had loved him.
Dan said, “I lived here with my mother and father before we moved up to the Overlook. I loved my mother, but there were things she didn’t—couldn’t—understand.
There were a bunch of bars down that way. One was called the Broken Drum.
Looks like urban renewal missed this side of town, so maybe it’s still there. When my father and I walked past it, he’d always stop and look in the window, and I could feel how thirsty he was to go inside. So thirsty it made me thirsty. I drank a lot of years to quench that thirst, but it never really goes away. My dad knew that, even then.”
And the hotel was haunted. The ghostie people, Dan thought.
Once you accept the idea there could be supernatural beings among us and feeding on us. An evil place would call evil creatures. They’d feel right at home there.
Dan knew something was wrong in that goddam hotel, but his father needed a job so he could finish a play he was working on.
The world wasn’t a hospice with fresh air where Dan, Doctor Sleep, helped people to die, the world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended.
Where the dead were alive forever.
Is this why we fought so hard to get out of that damned hotel, Danny? Why we fought to make a new life for ourselves?.
It will never stop, Danny thought.
The Overlook burned and the most terrible of its revenants went into the lockboxes, but he couldn't lock away the shining, because it wasn’t just inside him, it was him.
This was not a dream.
He thought: If I drink, the Overlook wins.
Even though it burned to the ground when the boiler exploded, it won. If he didn’t drink, he went crazy.
How much of his father’s son was he? In how many ways?
Once upon a time Dan had promised himself he’d never get going with that habit, either. He had come to believe that life was a series of ironic ambushes.
He thought: All that we see or seem is but a
The truth was that one or both of his double dreams were often predictive, usually in ways he only half understood or did not understand at all. Much more than he wanted to.
When you couldn’t sleep, when you were afraid to look around because of what you might see, time elongated and grew sharp teeth.
Dan was afraid that eventually he would get lost in a maze of phantom nightlife and never be able to find his way out again.
Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it had started.
He remembered something Dick Hallorann had told him once—Dick, who had been his first adult friend.
"There’s a saying: When the pupil is ready, the teacher will appear. I was your teacher. Someday, Danny, it will be your turn to be the teacher. The pupil will come.”
And the pupil came: it was Abra.
“What exactly was Abra’s thing?”
“Telepathy? Telekinesis? Some other tele?”
Those things clearly played a part. Was she telepathic? Since she knew when people were coming to visit, and knew her neighbor had been hurt, the answer seemed to be yes. Was she telekinetic? Based on what their parents and relatives saw in their kitchen on the day of her birthday party, the answer was a hard yes. Was she psychic? A precognitive, if you wanted to fancy it up? They couldn't be so sure of that, although the 9/11 thing was suggestive. But what about the night their television showed The Simpsons on all the channels? What did they y call that? Or what about the phantom Beatles tune? It would be telekinesis if the notes came from the piano ... but they didn’t.”
Sometimes she could make people do things. Not everyone, not even half of everyone, but a lot of people were very open to suggestions.
Abra was the little girl who wrote on Dan's blackboard sometimes.
Her name was Abra, but sometimes people call her Abby.
Dan needed the sensation of that warm hand
in his. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was long enough to soothe him.
Dan had no problem with the Higher Power thing, because he had a bit of inside information. God remained an unproven hypothesis, but he knew there really was another plane of existence. Like Abra.
He remembered that two years ago he got a blackboard message from her that said, ‘They are killing the baseball boy.’ I didn’t know what it meant, and I’m not sure Abra did, either. That might have been the end of it, but then she saw that. They abducted him, tortured him, murdered him, and then buried him with his baseball glove.”
Those who did that were not like us. They looked like people and perhaps they used to be people, but now they had lizard thoughts.
Children who shined were prey to them.
Only cowards kill kids.
The empty devils were on the land like a cancer on the skin. Once you accepted the idea there could be supernatural beings among us and feeding on us. An evil place would call evil creatures.
Twenty miles away, in the little town of Anniston, Abra Stone laid awake.
It had been there. He had been there. She had found him in a dream, but when she woke, she had discovered the dream was real. She was standing in the doorway of a room. What she had seen there was terrible and wonderful
at the same time. There was death, and death was scary, but there had also been helping.
Many people were like windows with the curtains pulled back.
"I guess the shining might be a gene, but I really don’t think so. I think it’s unquantifiable.” said Dan.
Trama un po' disarticolata, sufficientemente angosciante, conclusione zoppicante: non propriamente un capolavoro, ma leggibile.
Leggere la recensione di @polarpenter, è perfetta. Mi limito a dire: Personalmente ho trovato Doctor Sleep un bel libro di intrattenimento, ma che non regge assolutamente il confronto né col predecessore né con altri romanzi riusciti dello scrittore. Un po' come successo con altre opere del King recente, l'autore sembra andare col pilota automatico, riciclando temi già trattati e dando l'impressione di non avere la scintilla giusta per tessere una storia degna della sua fama....Continua