This year, I seem to be branching out into books I don’t usually read. This time was The Shining by Stephen King.
Humans have a strange fascination with violence. We turn away from violent acts yet can’t help but wonder about the gory details. That is what I thought when I was reading The Shining.
I’ve wanted to read The Shining for the longest time because I kept hearing the book was really scary. Horror fiction is not really my type of cake, however, since I had tackled Carrie, I thought I should move on to this. I thought I would complete the book in two days. A week. It took me a week to finish reading.
Much like Jack Torrance, I was intrigued by the Overlook’s history and wanted to learn more. I could understand his freakish obsession with learning the hotel’s colorful history.
Jack Torrance, what a sad man. He couldn’t see his faults, it was always someone else’s fault and that is why he lost to himself. He was doomed to fail from before he moved to Overlook. I think his character was the most developed in this story, one of the best characters as well.
I truly enjoyed the psychological aspect of this story more than anything else. A big chunk of the book was dedicated to Jack Torrance and his introspective.
While this book was classified as horror fiction, I would say its more psychological thriller with horror as a side dish.
Goodreads Insert: Danny was only five years old but in the words of old Mr Halloran he was a ‘shiner’, aglow with psychic voltage. When his father became caretaker of the Overlook Hotel his visions grew frighteningly out of control.
As winter closed in and blizzards cut them off, the hotel seemed to develop a life of its own. It was meant to be empty, but who was the lady in Room 217, and who were the masked guests going up and down in the elevator? And why did the hedges shaped like animals seem so alive?
Somewhere, somehow there was an evil force in the hotel – and that too had begun to shine.
Published 28 January 1977