|Hit the Trail!|
There are stories that pass through your brain and leave, unnoticed and unmissed. Others are like summer romances that hold you until there’s a change in the weather. And there are stories you find by chance that stay with you forever. I’ve been rereading Bag of Bones for fifteen years now and I believe I’ve fallen in love to stay. That’s good because love is a driving force in this book, along with death and in a New England summer.
Stephen King turned into a writer sometime while my back was turned. A first, he was a commercial success and a critic’s nightmare come true. I couldn’t stand his early prose, so I ignored him. Then one August day I was combing the shelves, craving a good ghost story. (Ghost stories and haunted houses are DOCs of mine.) This book was on the shelf and I was desperate enough to try anything, even a book by Stephen King. It hit like a tidal wave.
Mike and Joanna Noonan have the marriage we lesser mortals crave. They like and understand each other and she knows when to deflate his ego. Not that Mike needs much deflating. He’s one of King’s Everymen, a decent, sensible guy who happens to write for a living. These two likeable people should have given each other decades of joy and a couple of kids. Bag of Bones could have been called, “Lives that Should have been.”
Because Joanna Noonan is dead on page one and Mike is left alone. His ability to write packs up and leaves shortly after her funeral. Now, Stephen King published thirty-three novels in the quarter century before Bag of Bones but somewhere along the way he learned about writer’s block. It’s real and it’s hell and he captures that pain on the pages of this book. Without his wife or the ability to work, our hero is a man without focus.
Luckily, he still has a few things left to love, like his summer home “on the TR” and reading. If anything, Bag of Bones is a book-lovers book. It cites authors from Melville to McDonald and is tied, through multiple references to Rebecca (one of my all-time, hands-down, favorites) After four years of grief, Mike returns to the summer home he and his wife loved so well. That’s when the bad stuff really starts.
One issue pertains to the nice girl down the road and her toddler daughter, Kyra. Mike gets caught in the cross-fire of a custody battle between the girl and her terrible father-in-law. That’s bad but Mike’s bigger problem are the people in his house. You could say Mike’s not living alone, except he’s the only one in the house that’s alive. These problems and others keep him on the place and in the bulls-eye of unending curse. To survive and save someone he loves, Mike must unearth the secrets that holds the TR in its grip and he’ll find out which forces really survive death.
Lyrical in places and perfectly paced, Bag of Bones turned me into a fan. If you pick it up now, you’ll read it at the height of the summer, the perfect time for this story. Read it in the woods, or by the lake but don’t read it when you’re alone. It’s too easy to believe in ghosts when you’re book-deep in a summer’s night.