| Title | : | Misery |
| Author | : | |
| Rating | : | |
| ISBN | : | 0450417395 |
| ISBN-10 | : | 9780450417399 |
| Language | : | English |
| Format Type | : | Paperback |
| Number of Pages | : | 370 |
| Publication | : | First published June 8, 1987 |
| Awards | : | Bram Stoker Award Best Novel (1987), World Fantasy Award Best Novel (1988) |
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Paul Sheldon. He's a bestselling novelist who has finally met his biggest fan. Her name is Annie Wilkes and she is more than a rabid reader - she is Paul's nurse, tending his shattered body after an automobile accident. But she is also his captor, keeping him prisoner in her isolated house.
Misery Reviews
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'Misery' is a gruesome story of torture with blood, guts, and a psychopath. It's a well told tale, the characters are well developed and the fact that there are only two of them never gets boring. It's a real page turner, in fact I finished it tonight after getting off the subway on the platform before I walked home. But, this book is more than just a thriller, just like King is more than just a pulp writer.
I read an article by the ever optimistic and cheerful Harold Bloom in college about how dismayed he was that young people like Stephen King so much. All the literature crtics I've read hate King and it seems like it's just because people actually enjoy reading his work. Yeah, Bloom, I said 'work' just like I would about Tolstoy's 'work' because Stephen King as damned hard worker. Think of all the books he's churned out over the last few decades. I'd like to see Harold Bloom show enough imagination to write fiction instead of just criticizing it all the time.
I'm actually new to Stephen King's fiction. I've read a few of the essays and articles he's written and a really great graduation speech he gave at UMaine awhile ago in which he extolled the virtues of our mutual home state, but this is only my 3rd novel by him. I like this guy, and I know why too. It's not just because he makes me scream and I have a hard time putting his books down, it's because King loves writing. He has a real and self-aware relationship with what it means to be a writer. He knows he's not Tolstoy or Faulkner, he doesn't try to write that way. He knows how to tell a good god damned story and he has a passion for it. I appreciate his self awareness as a writer and the fact that he ackowledges how difficult the whole process is while not making us feel like he's somehow superior because he's figured out how to do it.
In 'Misery' it's almost like we get to watch King write this story. He doesn't just set us up for a crazy story and watch us discover things about his characters, it feels like he actually comes with us and makes the discoveries at the same time we do. That's what makes a good storyteller. And I don't give a damn if Bloom likes him or not. -
¡JOYA!
Una de las mejores antagonistas ¡escalofriante!
Todo lo que necesita tener una novela de suspenso psicológico está en Misery. -
Honestly, who among us hasn’t gotten frustrated with their favorite writer and felt like holding them prisoner while forcing them to write the exact book that we want?
Well, don’t do that because it would be wrong! What kind of twisted freaks are you people?!?
Paul Sheldon is a best selling author who just ended his popular series of romance/adventure novels by killing off the lead character, Misery Chastain. After finishing a new novel at a Colorado resort Paul has a car accident and awakes to find that his legs have been shattered, but that he’s been saved by his self-proclaimed number one fan, Annie Wilkes.
Unfortunately, Annie turns out to be more than just a little crazy, and when she learns that Paul killed Misery in the latest book she demands that he write a new one that brings back her favorite character. Held captive by a madwoman, Paul is almost helpless to resist the physical and psychological tortures she uses to get her way while insisting that it’s really for his own good.
This book seems eerily prophetic of King’s career in some ways. Uncle Stevie hadn’t yet frustrated readers of his Dark Tower series with long delays between books, and yet he absolutely nailed the self-righteous fury of a fan who feels somehow cheated out of what they deserve. You gotta think that later on King worried that he had some version of Annie out there just waiting to chain him to typewriter to finish DT. He was also years away from suffering his own enormous physical trauma after being hit by a car, but he still makes you feel every agonizing moment that Paul suffers from his accident and at Annie’s hands. Like Paul, King would also have the experience of returning to writing being a matter of overcoming physical pain but also finding it to be a way to escape it.
One of King’s biggest strengths is that he knows the power of a good story, and this plot serves him well by really letting him dig into that. Annie’s obsession with Misery is something that probably almost every reader can relate to, but what’s really interesting is how Paul’s need to tell the story becomes just as compelling as Annie’s threats. The set-up lets Uncle Stevie explore the whole notion of just why we gotta know what happens next as well as the rules that make it a satisfying resolution or a cheat.
I could make a pretty solid argument that this is King’s best book. He was very much at the peak of his powers here, and either the simple two person structure of the story or good editing kept this at a normal novel length. That’d become a rarity in his bloated books after this, and it does feel like King at his most disciplined. In Annie Wilkes he crafted a character worthy of being included in a Villain’s Hall of Fame, and he makes good use of her as a figure who can be terrifying, sometimes tragic, and weirdly humorous at times.
However, I’m not saying it’s my favorite King book. (Probably The Stand or the last Dark Tower hold that honor.) Why wouldn’t his best book be the one I enjoy most? Because he did just too good of job on making us feel Paul’s pain. Sure, this is a book about a man who suffered a terrible accident and then found himself brutalized at the hands of a psychopath so it makes perfect sense that Uncle Stevie would want us to ache along with Paul. Yet, it’s very hard to spend an entire book with a main character who is almost always at some level of agony without feeling worn down by it. It’s necessary for the plot, but it also makes it a slog at times.
So it's definitely among King’s best, but it's also one I haven’t read it nearly as many times as some of his others because it’s simply too damn tough to get through at times. Still it’s a 5 star ride if you grit your teeth and keep reading as Paul keeps on writing. -
El mejor libro que he leído de Stephen King. ¡Una genialidad! Me perturba, me encanta.
Audio reseña aquí
La mayor parte de los secuestros que se generan en el mundo son realizados para obtener dinero a cambio, para prostituir a sus víctimas, por venganzas, o simplemente por psicopatía del criminal. Ser secuestrado es sinónimo de vivir en una condición indigna y deplorable, y es algo que no debería ocurrir en ningún país del mundo. Pero, ¿qué pasaría si te encontraras un libro con este tema principal, y en vez de sentir compasión por el rehén, te recorriera por tu mente una extraña sensación de morbo por seguir conociendo más y más atrocidades realizadas por la antagonista de esta historia? Aunque parezca un disparate, no lo es. Eso, exactamente, es lo que viví y sentí tras leer esta maravillosa obra de Stephen King. Tiene escenas tan macabras, pero a la vez tan extraordinarias, que es inevitable no confundir la maldad con la genialidad. Soy consciente de que lo que voy a escribir es imprudente, teniendo en cuenta que me falta leer muchas obras muy distinguidas de este autor, como It, El resplandor o la saga de La Torre Oscura, pero sinceramente, teniendo en cuenta la calidad de esta obra, me atrevería a decir que acabo de leer la mejor obra de Stephen King. ¡Alucinante!
Todo comenzó hace unos meses cuando intentaba decidir mi próxima lectura. Mis opciones eran El padrino de Mario Puzo, El nombre de la rosa de Umberto Eco y, justamente, El resplandor de Stephen King. Tres nóvelas muy famosas, con un número de páginas similar, que observaba con detenimiento y titubeo porque sentía una gran ansiedad por leer esas historias en ese mismo instante, pero no lograba decidir cuál leer primero. Eso es algo que me ocurre frecuentemente y por ello intento premeditar mis próximas lecturas con anterioridad, pero en esa ocasión lo olvidé, mi cerebro se bloqueó y la elección esperada nunca apareció. Esa noche tanto sería mi coraje por culpa de mi indecisión que finalmente decidí no leer absolutamente nada. Sin embargo, la vida y los libros siempre tienen hermosas sorpresas en el momento más inesperado. Esto, porque aquella noche cuando guardaba aquellas obras, mis ojos se ubicaron en Misery y entonces minutos más tarde desaparecieron mis penas, y todo porque sin darme cuenta empezaría a leer esta historia con muchísima avidez. Curiosamente, en este mismo instante que estoy haciendo esta reseña, recuerdo que aún no leo aquellas obras que pensaba leer primero. Así son los libros, así es la vida de un lector.
Fue una historia que desde el inicio me atrapó. En estas primeras páginas se cuenta sobre el estado en trance que vive el protagonista de la historia, Paul Sheldon, después de sufrir un grave accidente de tránsito. Paul, siente que se está muriendo, y desde su estado delicado de salud, empieza a narrar de una manera increíble exactamente lo que está viendo y sintiendo en aquellos momentos. Desde ese preámbulo, el libro se ganó completamente mi atención porque descubrí que este personaje que usa Stephen, que por cierto es un escritor, tenía vida propia. Y sí, lo sé, Stephen King es un genio para crear personajes y hacerlos parecer reales en todas sus historias, pero este personaje es muy diferente, es único. Una cosa es que Stephen te narre desde el personaje las acciones que él realiza y combinándolo con sus conversaciones consiga armonizar su prosa para no hacerla pesada, pero otra muy diferente es que el personaje piense por sí mismo, imagine, deduzca lo que está ocurriendo, saque sus propias conclusiones y además transmita de una forma tétrica el dolor, el sufrimiento, el miedo, la angustia y el amor por su trabajo de una manera increíble. Paul Sheldon no es un personaje con frases épicas para rememorar, pero sí es uno que logra interpretar perfectamente el rol de escritor, ayudando a que el lector comprenda todo lo que tiene que esforzarse y vivir un autor para crear tan solo una sola obra. Como lectores muchas veces ignoramos y olvidamos que escribir no es fácil, por ello, libros como este nos sirven para comprender a esas personas que se dedican horas, semanas, meses y años intentando crear con lógica y con muchísima imaginación, una historia que pueda gustarle a sus lectores. Sí, el libro es de horror, pero incluso en la oscuridad hay luz, en la pobreza hay bondad, y en una historia de un secuestro hay belleza por el amor hacia nuestros amigos de papel.
¿Pero saben que es lo mejor? Que Paul Sheldon no es lo más sobresaliente de este libro. A pesar de que hay tanto por destacar de este personaje, lo mejor —sin duda alguna— se llama Annie Wilkes. Ella, es una de las mejores antagonistas que he conocido en mi vida. Es una mujer desquiciada, cruel, fría, sanguinaria y torturadora, pero a pesar de todo —y como pasa con muchísimos villanos— su comportamiento y proceder tiene una razón de ser. Aunque parezca un disparate, en el cerebro de Annie asesinar no es sinónimo de maldad, es ayudar a los demás a que puedan descansar del horrible mundo en el que vivimos. ¿Y saben qué? Por momentos no puedo negar que a veces sí le doy la razón a ella. Aun así, no es lo mismo asesinar por un código moral, que torturar física y mentalmente a tus presas; por lo tanto, la mejor frase que puede describir a Annie Wilkes es “Esa maldita perra está loca”. Espero no encontrarme nunca una persona como ella en mi vida, ¡Qué miedo daría tan solo conversar con alguien así!
Ahora bien, dos excelentes personajes con pensamientos tan diferentes ¿qué tienen en común? Esa respuesta se llama Misery. Misery, es un personaje femenino de una serie de libros que crea Paul Sheldon y que son muy populares en todo el mundo. El problema, es que Paul —al igual que Arthur Conan Doyle con su famosísimo Sherlock Holmes— está cansado de su personaje, y no soporta escribir más sobre ella por lo que ha decidido acabar con su personaje más popular. Su desagrado se debe a que las obras donde Misery no tiene aparición no son tenidas en cuenta, y Paul quiere ser reconocido por algo más que ser el creador de aquella emblemática mujer. Pero, Paul tiene un problema mucho más grande, y ese problema es que después de su accidente de tránsito aparece en casa de Annie Wilkes, quien dice ser su fan número uno, justamente por crear Misery. ¿Cómo se llevarán ellos dos? Eso es lo interesante del libro, descubrirlo. Quizás pueden sospecharlo, pero ni se imaginan las locuras que ocurren en aquella casa.
En cuanto a la prosa también me gustó demasiado. Aquí, Stephen usa capítulos cortos —como en 22/11/63— por lo que resulta muy atractivo para que el lector no detenga su lectura nunca. Pasa una hora y no lo notas, pasan dos y te emocionas, pasan tres y pierdes el control: Es una locura. Además, escribir una historia con capítulos cortos por lo general convierte un libro que puede ser denso, en uno ligero y muy adictivo, por lo que esta historia se lee rapidísimo a pesar de sus 400 páginas. Otro aspecto interesante de la prosa, son las secciones donde se presentan fragmentos de las nóvelas de Paul Sheldon. Estos capítulos son muy especiales, porque allí Stephen cambia completamente su estilo literario, e incluso no parecen escritas esas páginas por él, sino por el mismísimo Paul Sheldon. Hacer algo así es muy difícil, pero aquí, este autor, demuestra su verdadero don para escribir. Es un verdadero genio.
Debo reconocer que en algunos capítulos creí que la historia venía de más a menos, y que la obra se había transformado de un libro de terror a uno de misterio. Pero, una vez seguí avanzando, entendí que solo eran páginas de transición porque más adelante, en el último tercio, todo vuelve a ser tan impactante y terrorífico como en capítulos pasados. Asimismo, también confieso que en las primeras páginas no sabía si pensar que Paul era un visionario, o si realmente esa era su manera de analizar la situación. Inicialmente, creí que esa actitud de Paul sería una falla, pero después me quedó claro que no. Son pequeños detalles que podrían considerarse como «defectos», pero son tan insignificantes que me parece increíble que no haya logrado encontrar un desperfecto importante en algún aspecto de esta novela. Realmente Stephen ha hecho un trabajo de otro nivel, obras así son muy difíciles de igualar o superar.
A veces pienso que es más difícil dar una opinión neutral, y sin ofender, sobre un libro que no me ha gustado, pero luego, en ocasiones como esta, reflexiono y comprendo que no siempre es así. Esta novela me ha encantado, pero he sufrido muchísimo, pero muchísimo intentando escribir sobre este libro tan espectacular, y todo porque la sola mención de esta historia —o de alguno de los personajes— me hace sentir la necesidad de empezar a decir spoilers sin control. Créanme, es muy difícil controlarme, intentar reprimir palabras es una gran tortura; es tan difícil, que dos días después de terminar de leerlo intenté recomendárselo a mi hermano, pero sin querer resulté contándoselo todo: Lo siento querido hermano. Sé que Misery es una película muy famosa de 1990 y que quizás muchos conocen la historia por aquella cinta, pero ni así hay justificación para hacerle spoilers a aquellos (as) que por diferentes motivos nunca vieron la película y que no conocen absolutamente nada de esta novela. Por lo tanto, para aquellas personas quiero recomendarles que no vean la película, no sin antes leer este libro. En mi caso, yo nunca vi la película porque de pequeño en mi hogar solo teníamos un televisor y no solíamos observar películas de terror/horror por el miedo a soñarnos pesadillas. Pero, inmediatamente cuando finalicé esta lectura, busqué la película por internet, la descargué, la vi y aunque no puedo negar que es una gran adaptación, sinceramente no tiene comparación con este libro: El libro es mil veces mejor, así de simple. La otra recomendación es para aquellos que jamás han leído a Stephen King, pero que sienten interés por hacerlo para conocer al “amo del terror”. Sé que este autor tiene bastantes obras, y ante un catálogo tan grande es muy difícil elegir cuál leer, pero, si lo que buscan es una historia que los atrape, que los impacte, y que sea fácil y adictiva de leer, entonces este libro es lo que están buscando. No se arrepentirán, se los prometo, no se arrepentirán ni un solo segundo.
Termino completamente satisfecho, lo releeré en el futuro un sinfín de veces, y naturalmente seguiré leyendo muchas de las obras de Stephen King. Sé que muy probablemente ninguna de sus obras me hará sentir lo que he vivido con esta lectura, pero aún hay un camino largo por explorar y sé que voy a disfrutar sus demás obras. Libro súper recomendado. -
One room, a strange couple, and lots of innovative ideas to deal with writers' block and stop procrastinating fast. Or…
The most captivating thing about this novel is how permanent fear is escalating to more and more shocking and horrifying revelations, actions, and torture methods and how the feeling of insecurity and not knowing what comes next is slowly eating away the mental sanity of the protagonist while Annie is entering ultra bonkers mode.
Reminiscing about the art of writing. As so often, King is putting much of the über stoned, paranoid, maybe hearing voices, himself into it, especially about the creative process that, spoiler warning, duh, isn´t just unicorns and free floating creativity through rainbow colored sirup rivers that make one handsome, immortal, and smart when drinking from it, but thousands of years old (once something Aristotle didn´t get completely wrong and obstructed scientific process for millennia, incredible, what a fraud, he single handedly caused as much suffering in the humanities and even some hard sciences as a flying spaghetti monster ideology), often revolutionized rules, discipline, and training until perfection by writing every freaking day and edit and rewrite and cut and again from the beginning. As Brandon Sanderson, a kind of Stephen King of fantasy who also studied creative writing said, it´s possible to say after a few pages if this is a highly professional writer who does it for decades or a complete rookie. Just as with painting, music, etc., one can see or hear after a few moments if it´s a prodigy or an incompetent bumbler. People just seem to have a kind of romantic glorification of writing as an easygoing hobby and just don´t see the work behind it.
And here comes Annie, who may be crazy as heck, but does know how to distinguish between easy made, loveless garbage, and real art. These passages, especially the novel inside the novel the poor protagonist is forced to write, are especially precious for people who are interested in creative writing. Annie immediately detects each attempt to do average or bad work, giving a kind of short workshop about how to detect errors or logical fallacies. Better don´t try to chisel…
Strong female psycho characters are sadly so underrepresented in our modern culture and I jay at each mass murdering, raping (however), and torturing lunatic psycho goth succubus (damn hot too, although it may have been a male incubus before which makes me feel kind of irritated regarding my sexual identity and preferences), who leads emancipation to new levels. Men have been eating and mutilating females for millennia, so now is really the badly needed payoff day for femininity. Just, please, consume the other males, ok? Damn, I should definitively get my VPN and antivirus software pimped, I´m a bit hot too, thereby a not so unlikely target. Maybe one of these attractive monsters is reading this just now and tracking my IP address, planning the trip… But at least a good way to go, I hope, maybe it gets at least a bit naughty too so that it´s worth death.
I´m sorry for each poor forensic psychiatrist who will try to get behind the functioning of my psychopathological background in sociopathy and filth and maybe lose her/his mind by the way. Welcome to the club. Lols and rofls madly. Short commercial break…
However, I lost track in my sadomasochistic exreme horror torture porn fantasies again, sorry, I´m finished now, I mean, damn, facepalms, back to the show. (T)his talking about myself third person perspective style really escalated quickly…
I´m pretty sure that I mentioned how Tabitha King owned her husband by saying: „First, you wrote this novel about a writer caught by a mad fan. Then you wrote a book ( Geralds´game) about a woman chained to a bed. Next, you´ll write a book about a couch without anything happening.“ And I would totally buy it, thank you, mister King! I hope he gets bitten by a vampire and lives and writes forever, I would bring him victims so that he doesn´t have to starve. And become a vampire myself too, of course.
I´ve kind of a highly subjective feeling that Kings´drug and alcohol problems played in big here too, because the whole setting, the inability to escape, getting hooked on by a maniac, feeling trapped, and this immensely dense atmosphere of despair and fear could be seen as indicators of a soul haunted by addiction. Although it would have been much cozier for the protagonist if he would have been permanently high so that the suffering wouldn´t have mattered that much, as long as he got his shots, spliffs, and sniffs.
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man sure does like his words
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Misery, Stephen King
Paul Sheldon, the author of the best-selling series of Victorian era romance novels featuring the character Misery Chastain, has finished the series' final installment, in which Misery is killed off out of Paul's boredom of her. As Paul celebrates the completion of the manuscript for his new crime novel, Fast Cars, he has an alcohol-induced impulse to drive to Los Angeles rather than fly back home to New York City, but is caught in a snowstorm in a remote section of Colorado, causing him to drive off a cliff and crash into a snowbank.
He awakens to find that he has been rescued by Annie Wilkes, a former nurse living nearby. Annie is an avid reader of Paul's Misery series, proclaiming herself Paul's "number one fan." She refuses to take Paul to the hospital despite his having two severely broken legs, nursing Paul herself using her stockpiled food and illicit stash of codeine-based painkillers, to which Paul quickly becomes addicted.
Paul soon assesses that Annie is mentally unstable; she is prone to trailing off into catatonic episodes and has bouts of unreasonable rage. When Annie finally reads Misery's Child and learns of Misery's death, she leaves Paul alone in her house for over two days, depriving him of food, water and painkillers. ...
عنوان: جآنی (میزری)؛ نویسنده: استیون (استفن یا استیفن) کینگ؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز بیست و ششم ماه آگوست سال2012میلادی
عنوان: جآنی (میزری)؛ نویسنده: استیون کینگ؛ مترجم: علی کاوسی؛ زنجان، نشر آذرکلک، سال1390، در159ص، شابک9786009122189، موضوع داستانهای ترسناک از نویسندگان ایالات متحده آمریکا - سده20م
عنوان: میزری؛ نویسنده: استفن کینگ؛ مترجمها: اصغر اندرودی، مجتبی مینائی؛ تهران: نشر البرز، سال1372؛ در528ص، شابک9649043349؛ چاپ هفدهم سال1380؛
میزری به معنی بدبختی؛ در این داستان «پل یا پائول شلدن»، نویسنده ی مشهور داستانهای دنباله دار «میزری» دلش میخواهد آخرین بخش آن داستانها را با مرگ قهرمان داستان به پایان برد؛ سپس از خانه ی ییلاقی خویش با «فورد موستانگ» خود، راه بازگشت را در پیش میگیرد، ولی در جاده لغزنده خودرو او در شیب کناره راه، سُر میخورد، و او در آن حادثه ی اتومبیل زخمی میشود؛ هنگامی که به خود میآید، پرستاری به نام «آنی ویلکس» را بالای سر خود میبیند، که گویا از خوانشگران پرشور ایشان است؛ اما بزودی گرفتار کابوس دردناکی میشود...؛
نقل از آغاز متن از کتاب جآنی (میزری): (فصل یک: درست یادش نمیآمد؛ درد شدیدی داشت؛ دردی که در تمام نقاط بدنش پیچیده و فرصت به خاطر آوردن آن لحظات را از او گرفته بود؛ یادش آمد که قبل از آن درد لعنتی، در فضایی مه آلود سیر میکرد؛ میتوانست دوباره به همان فضا برگردد و دیگر دردی احساس نکند؛ کافی بود نفسش را در سینه حبس کند، کاری که اصلاً برایش سخت نبود؛ به هرحال تنفس فقط دردش را زیاد میکرد؛ اما به یکباره صدایی، تمام آن فضای مه آلود را از بین برد؛
صدایی متعلق به یک زن که میگفت: ـ نفس بکش! تو باید نفس بکشی «پائول»! فشار زیادی روی سینه اش احساس کرد، و آنگاه نفس شیطانی لبهایی که نمیدیدشان، با تمام قوا وارد دهانش شد؛ لبها کاملاً خشک بودند و نفس دمیده شده، مثل هوای کثیف داخل تونل مترو، بوی گرد و غبار مانده میداد.؛ دوباره نفس کشید تا دیگر مجبور به تحمل لبهایی که نفس شیطانی داشتند، نباشد؛ همراه با درد، صداهایی هم به گوشش میرسید.؛ وقتی درد، مثل مدّ دریا، تمام ساحل ذهنش را فراگرفته بود، صداها برایش نامفهوم بودند: «نهس بهش، اُ باید نهس بهشی، پل!»؛ با فروکش کردن شدت درد، صداها مفهوم بیشتری پیدا کردند و تبدیل به کلمات شدند؛
میدانست که اتفاق بدی برایش افتاده، و حالا کم کم داشت آن حادثه را به خاطر میآورد؛ نامش «پائول شلدون» بود، اعتیاد شدیدی به سیگار داشت؛ دوبار ازدواج کرده، اما هر دو منجربه طلاق شده بود؛ نویسنده ی مشهوری بود، و قلم شیوایی داشت؛ شهرتش به خاطر سبک نگارشش نبود، بلکه آن را مدیون خلق «میزری کاستین» بود؛ زن خوش چهره ای که در قرن نوزدهم میلادی در انگلیس زندگی میکرد، و ماجراها و زندگی عاشقانه اش تبدیل به هشت جلد کتاب شده، و میلیونها نسخه فروخته بود؛ احساس میکرد در دام «میزری کاستین» گرفتار شده، برای همین بود که رمان «فرزند میزری» را نوشت، و در صفحات پایانی آن «میزری» حین زایمان، نوزاد دخترش از دنیا رفت
مرگ او «پائول» را آزاد کرد، و او به سرعت رمانی، راجع به زندگی جوانی «نیویورکی» را که سارق اتومبیل بود، آغاز نمود که اواخر ژانویه ی سال1987میلادی آنرا نیز طبق معمول، در هتلی که در کوههای ایالت «کلورادو» قرار داشت، به پایان برد؛ همه ی کتابهایش را در یک اتاق بخصوص، در همان هتل، تمام کرده بود؛ حالا میتوانست به فرودگاه برود و برای چاپ رمان «فرزند میزری» و همزمان با آن، تحویل متن رمانی که تازه نوشته، و نامش را «اتومبیلهای تیزرو» گذاشته بود، به «نیویورک» پرواز کند
کارشناس هواشناسی در رادیو اعلام کرد، که ممکن است طوفان جنوب ایالت «کلورادو» را درنوردد؛ اما او اشتباه میکرد؛ «پائول» با اتومبیلش در طول جاده ای کوهستانی پیش میرفت؛ اطراف جاده را انبوهی از درختان کاج احاطه کرده بودند؛ به یکباره، طوفان از راه رسید، و ظرف چند دقیقه برف زیادی تمام جاده را پوشاند؛ برف پاک کن های اتومبیل، قادر به کنار زدن برفهای روی شیشه نبودند، و تایرها هم از پس برف جاده برنمیآمدند؛ جاده لغزنده بود، و «پائول» فقط باید پرواز میکرد، تا بتواند به راهش ادامه دهد
در سراشیبی جاده، به پیچ تندی رسید، و کنترل اتومبیل از دستش خارج شد؛ در یک چشم به هم زدن، آسمان و زمین به طرز غیرقابل باوری جابجا شدند، و این تنها صحنه ای بود، که «پائول» فرصت دیدنش را پیدا کرد؛ ابر سیاهی تمام فضای ذهنش را پوشاند، و دیگر چیزی خاطرش نیامد؛ تمام اینها را قبل از باز کردن چشمهایش به یاد آورد؛ میدانست زنی کنارش، روی تخت نشسته؛ وقتی چشمهایش را باز کرد، به او خیره شد؛ قادر به حرف زدن نبود؛ لبهایش به شدت خشکیده بود، اما بالاخره پرسید: ـ من کجام؟ ـ نزدیک «ساید ویندر کلورادو»؛ اسم من «آنی ویلکسه»؛ بعد لبخندی زد و ادامه داد: - میدونی، تو نویسنده ی مورد علاقه ی منی؛
فصل دوم: سوالی در گلوی خشکیده ی «پائول» گیر کرده بود؛ اینکه چرا در بیمارستان نبود؛ اما وقتی قدرت پرسیدنش را پیدا کرد، دیگر نیازی به پرسیدن آن نمیدید؛ دو هفته ای آن درد شدید را تحمل کرد؛ دردی که شدتش، مدام کم و زیاد میشد؛ در مواقعی که دردش کمی فروکش میکرد، متوجه حضور آن زن، کنار تختش میشد؛ اغلب، داستانی از سری داستانهای «میزری» را روی پایش میگذاشت، و میخواند؛ میگفت تمام آنها را بارها و بارها خوانده، و منتظر چاپ «فرزند میزری» است
خیلی زود متوجه شد که «آنی ویلکس» درد بدنش را کنترل میکند؛ او مدام مسکنی به نام «نوریل» را به خوردش میداد؛ میدانست که «نوریل» مسکنی قوی است، زیرا بدون آن نمیتوانست به زندگی ادامه دهد؛ کپسولهای «نوریل» او را هوشیار نگه میداشتند؛ «آنی» هر چهار ساعت دو کپسول به او میداد؛ وقتی سه یا سه و نیم ساعتی از خوردن آنها میگذشت، دوباره درد به بدنش هجوم میآورد و باز کپسول «نوریل» تنها چیزی بود، که میتوانست از پس آن بربیاید
در طول چند هفته ی اول که شدت امواج درد، مدام کم و زیاد میشد، جنون محض آنی مهمترین چیزی بود، که «پائول» به آن پی برد؛ حتی قبل از به هوش آمدنش هم، این را حس کرده بود؛ همه ی مردم دنیا در باطن خود، وجودی تغییرناپذیر دارند؛ هر لباسی که به تنشان باشد، و در هر شرایطی که باشند، قادر به تمییزشان هستیم، زیرا باطنشان همواره ثابت و تغییرناپذیر است؛ حتی اگر سالها آنها را نبینیم، همچنان میشناسیمشان
باطن انسانها همواره ثابت بوده، و همه ی ویژگیهای یک فرد، حول محور این وجود تثبیت شده در گردش است؛ «آنی ویلکس»، هر از چند گاهی این بخش مهم وجودی اش را گم میکرد، و برای لحظاتی که فقط چند ثانیه، یا شاید کمی بیشتر، طول میکشید، وجود ثابتی در او دیده نمیشد؛ او مدام تغییر میکرد؛ انگار حفره ای در درونش دهان باز میکرد، و تمام ویژگیهای انسانیش را میبلعید؛ به طوریکه انگار نه انگار در زمان حال زندگی میکند؛ در مقابل شخصیت متزلزلش، بدنی قرص و محکم داشت، و برای زنی با آن سن و سال، عجیب به نظر میرسید؛ در ابتدا، «پائول» فقط به شخصیت نامعقول «آنی» پی برد، اما اصلاً نمیدانست چرا راجع به او، این طور فکر میکرد؛ زمانیکه برای اولین بار، با «آنی» صحبت کرد، متوجه شخصیت عجیب و نامعقول او شد؛ «آنی» از اینکه نویسنده ی مورد علاقه اش را، در خانه اش میدید، به خود میبالید؛ - قیافه ات رو دیده بودم، میشناختمت، اما وقتی کیف پولتو نگاه کردم، مطمئن شدم که خودتی؛ ـ کیف پولم؟ کجاست؟ ـ برات نگهش داشتم؛ به یکباره لبخند روی چهره «آنی» از بین رفت، و حالتی مشکوک به خود گرفت؛ «پائول» اصلاً چنین حالتی را دوست نداشت؛ طوری نگاه میکرد که انگار بین انبوهی از گلهای تر و تازه ی تابستانی، یک گل پژمرده پیدا کرده باشد؛ ـ چرا اینو پرسیدی؟ فکر میکنی من ازش چیزی دزدیدم؟ اینطور فکر میکنی حضرت آقا؟ دهانش لحظه به لحظه بزرگتر و سیاهتر میشد؛ ظرف چند ثانیه، لحن مودبانه ی «آنی» به حالتی وحشیانه تبدیل شد، یک خشونت ناگهانی و غافلگیرکننده؛ ـ نه... نه! «پائول» جا خورده بود؛ اما همه ی سعی خودش را کرد، تا «آنی» متوجه این موضوع نشود؛ ـ عادتمه، باید همیشه از جای کیفم باخبر باشم؛ حفره ای که به یکباره در دهان «آنی» ظاهر شده بود، به همان سرعت از بین رفت، و دوباره لبخند به چهره اش بازگشت؛ اما از آن به بعد، «پائول» همه ی حواسش را جمع کرد، تا مراقب رفتار و گفتارش باشد؛ برای همین راجع به بیمارستان و تماس گرفتن با دختر، یا حتی دفتر کارش حرفی نزد؛ هیچ جای نگرانی نبود؛ دیر یا زود اتومبیلش را پیدا میکردند؛ حتی اگر هفته ها و ماهها زیر برف میماند؛ به هر حال او یک نویسنده ی مشهور بود، و حتماً مردم دنبالش میگشتند؛ اما هنوز هم سوالات زیادی در ذهن داشت؛ کم کم متوجه شد، که در مزرعه ی کوچک «آنی»، در یک اتاق میهمان، روی تخت خوابیده؛ «آنی» تعدادی مرغ، دو گاو و یک خوک به نام «میزری» داشت؛ نزدیکترین همسایه اش، خانواده ی «رویمانس» بودند که در فاصله ی چند مایلی خانه اش زندگی میکردند، و این به آن معنا بود، که شهر «سایدویندر» حتی بیش از آن با خانه ی «آنی» فاصله داشت؛ خانواده ی «رویمانس» هرگز به دیدن «آنی» نمیآمدند؛ زیرا همانطور که «آنی» میگفت، آنها از او متنفر بودند
روزها گذشت و «پائول» گوش به زنگ در بود، اما هرگز کسی آنرا به صدا درنیاورد؛ حتی زنگ گوشی تلفن را هم هیچگاه نشنید؛ کم کم شک داشت که کسی در خانه باشد؛ امیدش را کاملاً از دست داده بود؛ به هیچ وجه قادر به تکان دادن پاهایش نبود؛ «آنی» تنها کسی بود، که میتوانست خبری از شهر و همسایه ها برایش بیاورد؛ البته اگر آن حالت عجیب و غریب را پیدا نمیکرد؛ اگر راجع به آنروز طوفانی از «آنی» سوال میکرد، راحتتر میتوانست با او حرف بزند؛ «آنی» لبخندی زد و جواب داد: ـ من تو شهر بودم؛ تو فروشگاه با «تونی» حرف میزدم؛ راستش داشتم تاریخ انتشار «فرزند میزری» رو ازش میپرسیدم؛ اون گفت که طوفان شدیدی تو راهه؛ واسه همین تصمیم گرفتم سریع خودمو برسونم خونه؛ گرچه ماشینم از پس هر برفی برمییاد؛ توی راه ماشینت رو دیدم، که روی برف چپ شده بود؛ بیرون کشیدمت؛ پاهات خرد شده بود؛ روز قبل، پتو را کنار زده و پاهایش را نشانش داده بود؛ هر دو پایش شکسته و در هم تابیده شده بودند، و کبودی و ورم در تمام نقاط آنها به چشم میخورد؛ پای چپش به قدری باد داشت که درست دو برابر اندازه ی واقعی اش شده بود؛ «آنی» گفت که استخوانهای هر دو پایش از هفت یا هشت نقطه شکسته، و بهبودیشان ماهها طول میکشد؛ هر دو پای «پائول» را محکم، و با دقت آتل بندی کرده بود؛ به نظر کارکشته میآمد؛ داروهای زیادی هم در خانه داشت؛ «پائول» در حالتی بین هوشیاری و بی هوشی، که شدت موج دردش مدام کم و زیاد میشد، به قصه ی «آنی» گوش میداد؛ ـ خیلی سخت بود که بیارمت تو ماشین؛ من خیلی قویم، اما تا کمر برف باریده بود؛ بیهوش بودی و البته این خودش کمک بزرگی بهم کرد، آوردمت خونه و خوابوندمت روی تخت؛ بعدش تو داد زدی و فهمیدم که داری به زندگی برمیگردی؛ مردهایی که دارن میمیرن، هیچوقت داد نمیزنن؛ چند روز بعد، دوبار تا حد مرگ، پیش رفتی؛ یکبار وقتی داشتم پاهاتو آتل بندی میکردم، و یکبار هم که تقریباً همه چی تموم شد؛ باید خیلی سریع دست به کار میشدم؛ «آنی» آن لحظات را در ذهنش مرور کرد، و رنگ از رویش پرید؛ «پائول» هم بخشهایی از آنرا به خاطر میآورد؛ نفس شیطانی «آنی» را هنوز فراموش نکرده بود؛ نفسی که بوی مردگی درون «آنی» را با خود وارد دهانش کرده بود؛ ـ حالا باید استراحت کنی، «پائول»؛ بعد در حالیکه از جایش بلند میشد، گفت: ـ باید سلامتیت رو دوباره به دست بیاری؛ ـ درد دارم، پاهام داغون شده؛ ـ البته که همین طوره، بچه نباش، تا یکساعت دیگه برات دارو میارم؛ ـ الان...؛ خواهش میکنم، الان بهش احتیاج دارم؛ از التماس کردن شرم داشت؛ اما دردش به حدی زیاد بود که او را وادار به اینکار کرد؛ ـ نه؛ گفتم که یکساعت دیگه؛ در حالیکه داشت از اتاق بیرون میرفت، برگشت و رو به «پائول» کرد و گفت: ـ زندگیتو مدیون منی، «پائول»؛ امیدوارم اینو هیچوقت فراموش نکنی؛ و بعد اتاق را ترک کرد)؛ پایان نقل از متن
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 01/09/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 04/03/1401هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی -
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Damn, I can never get over that one scene!!! She's bat sh•t crazy!
Happy Reading! 🎃👻
Mel 🖤🐶🐺🐾 -
و لماذا لم نخطف د.تامر ابراهيم ليكمل لنا ثلاثية"الذي لم يمت"؟فالاعوام تمر وتمر
و لماذا لم نخطف د.احمد خالدتوفيق لنعيد رفعت اسماعيل للحياة؟فقد كان يؤنسنا حقا
و لماذا لم يخطفوا د.ارثر دويل ليعيد شرلوك هولمز للحياة؟فهو قتله لمزاجه الخاص؟ لاننا عاقلين طبعا
منذ ان افاق بول شيلدون على انفاس تقتحم جهازه التنفسي قسرا برائحة الفانيليا و الشيكولاته ..أدرك ان احلى ايامه قد مضت إلى غير رجعة ..فهل من الممكن ان تعيش بسلام بعد ان قابلت" انى ويلكوكس "؟
فلتتامل جيدا تلك الممرضة الممتلئة البشوشة و ركز في لون السائل الذي تحقنك به..فقد تكون حقنتك الأخيرة 💉
ميزرى هي رعب دفين لدى كل مؤلف شهير تغريه الاجزاء المتعددة..احذر فقد تودي بك إلى حتفك ..ستصبح كلمة: اكتب هي كابوسك المقيم
ستظل اني ويلكوكس اغرب بطلات كينج و تتربع مع مهرج"الشيء"على القمة فهي : المعجبة رقم واحد. .لقب ساحر لولا اصرارها المرعب على أن يعيد كاتبها بطلتها المفضلة للحياة
.و لو بخطفه و احتجازه و تكسير ساقه مرارا🙈 و ما خفي أكثر بكثير..
من السهل ان يتحول هذا النمط من الروايات ثنائية الشخصيات إلى مسرحية مملة و لكن ليس هذه المرة
..جاءت الرواية كمطاردات مرعبة لن تنشر ابدا لتوم و جيري🐱🐀ا
ابي رجل علم رزين لا يهوى السينما و لكن يكفي "فيلم ميزري "فخرا انه الفيلم الوحيد الذي تابعه بحماس تفاعلى لم يتكرر ابدا..و هو بالفعل في جودة الرواية -
The name of the man who had written the book was Paul Sheldon. He recognized it as his own with no surprise. ‘Sidewinder, Colorado,’ she said when he was finally able to ask the question. ‘My name is Annie Wilkes. And I am -‘
‘I know,’ he said. ‘You’re my number-one fan’
‘Yes,’ she said, smiling. ‘That’s just what I am’
Successful author Paul Sheldon has decided to transition from writing his popular romance series featuring Misery Chastain to publishing a crime fiction novel. After completing the manuscript, Paul, drunk and elated makes a snap decision to drive, instead of fly, back to New York City. Unfortunately for Paul the severe snow storm heading his way has other plans and Paul ends up in a serious car accident.
On her way home from purchasing livestock feed, Annie Wilkes (Paul’s number one fan!) rescues Paul from the scene of the accident. Annie takes Paul back to her remote home, feeds him copious amounts of pain medication and refuses to take him to the hospital despite his broken and mangled legs.
Days pass and Annie finally gets her hands on the latest installment in the Misery Chastain series. But when Annie discovers that Paul has killed off her beloved Misery she becomes blind with rage. She holds Paul prisoner while forcing him to write a new book. One that brings Misery back to life.
I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling right now. The closest I can get, is how I imagine one would feel being run over by a truck and then dragged 5 kilometers down the road…..but in a good way??
This is an explosive novel, there is no denying that. The reason I believe this story is so powerful, is because of its plausibility. The concrete certainty that the acts narrated, can, and do, happen in real life. Stephen King has painted a deeply disturbing picture with captivating characters whose psychology is so deeply analyzed throughout the course of the book, that I felt 100% inside their heads. This is why I love Stephen King. No other author can do that to me.
I loved every second of this book. F’ing brilliant! -
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
Na madrugada quente e sebosa do dia 8 de fevereiro do calendário gregoriano, fazendo a meleca de 24 graus, ao lado de sua esbelta e dengosa esposa, deitado horizontalmente, editheus, homem fenotipicamente branco de 27 anos finaliza com dores emocionais o livro Misery by Stephen King.
Posso explanar com precisão que esta obra se resume a uma faca cutucando uma ferida exposta sem a presença de relaxantes musculares. Durante toda a leitura de meus olhos castanhos sem lentes de contato e com alto grau de miopia, senti um grande desconforto agonizante que precedia gotículas de água deslizando a pele superior da minha face frontal. Tive muita reluta em ler este livro devido ao alto nível detalhista do tio Stephen, mas garanto a você, pessoa com capacidade de leitura e acesso a internet, que essa característica apenas aflora ainda mais os momentos agoniantes.
Ponto positivo que também prendeu este jovem leitor quase calvo devido ao hereditarismo, foi a presença de capítulos curtos, que facilitam minha dificuldade de dar atenção às sentenças formadas por letras do alfabeto português.
Eu clamo perante a sua pessoa que pegue seus dedos posicionados nas mãos ligadas ao braço e tronco, que leia este livro, é uma história que com certeza agrada todo tipo de leitor.
Stephen King é nada mais que um gênio, merecedor dos lendários 5 edilikes, uma obra prima que com certeza deixará marcas em minha existência. Recomendo muito para você que procura uma obra de fácil leitura com profundidade e detalhismo que nos fazem ficar destrambelhado a cada chapter.
Para mais resenhas me siga na cube.tv, e caso queira mandar uma carta provisória [email protected], agradeço a vossa atenção concedida nesse ambiente digital composto por números binários. -
To celebrate completing a novel, writer Paul Sheldon goes on a champagne-fueled drive in the Rocky mountains. He winds up in a near fatal car crash, but never fear. He's rescued by Annie Wilkes, his #1 fan...
I watched the film version of Misery in those antediluvian days before Goodreads, hell, before the Internet, and decided to finally read the novel when it showed up on my BookGorilla email one day. It was $2.99 very well spent.
Misery is a tale of obsession, addiction, and obsession. I wrote "obsession" twice but it's a such a big theme I thought it was justified. Annie Wilkes is obsessed with her favorite series of books starring Misery Chastain, written by that dirty birdie Paul Sheldon. Paul is obsessed with finishing the book Annie has demanded of him and probably addicted to writing. Also to codeine.
I've said it before but I'll say it again. If Stephen King wasn't addicted to scaring the bodily fluids out of people, he'd be a literary writer of some renown. The guy can flat out write. Just because he cranks out a best seller more often than most of us go to the dentist doesn't mean he's the real deal.
The scariest horror stories are the ones that could actually happen and Misery is one of those. Who among us hasn't had visions of being held captive when driving through a remote locale? Annie is so much more than the scene-chewing maniac she could have been. She has dimension and believes she's in the right, which is the mark of a great villain. Her background is very fleshed out and my heart sank as I learned her past along with Paul. How the hell was he going to escape that monster?
Paul's journey is painful, both to him and to the reader, thanks to King's skill. I had to make sure my foot was still attached a couple times. Annie puts him through hell and he finally gives her a taste of her own medicine but the ending is far from happily ever after.
As is usually the case, the book was a notch better than the movie. I've been easy with the 5's this year but I'll give this one a cockadoodie 5 out of 5 stars just the same. -
With the fore knowledge, I can definitely see how this was originally going to be a
Richard Bachman book, with the carnage from the opening scene followed by darkness, madness and torture throughout! Lots of personal knowledge shared via Stephen King's addiction problems, gives this story even more power than the maelstrom of the Number One Fan herself. Some great pacing and segmenting, put me continually on a knife's edge. 8 out of 12.
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Please don't come at me with your torches and pitch forks, but for me, this was just fine. 🤷 I promise I'll explain!
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"I am in trouble here. This woman is not right."
Paul Sheldon, the best-selling writer of the Misery novels, finds himself rescued from a car accident by his number one fan, Annie Wilkes. As the former nurse takes care of him in her home, she finds out he killed off Misery in his latest novel and decides to keep Paul as her prisoner as he writes Misery back to life.
I read a number of Stephen King books pre-bookstagram and pre-goodreads, therefore I have never written a proper review for these books. Revisiting these books through readalongs and listening to audiobooks while running or at the gym gives me the opportunity to do so! Unfortunately when I revisited Misery it was in the form of the audiobook... and I was not a fan (and most certainly NOT its number 1 fan). The narrator did such a brilliant job of conveying the truly insane character that is Annie Wilkes, but otherwise it was very monotonous and boring at times. BUT I know that's not really the case for the book itself.
Similar to Gerald's Game, the events of this book primarily take place in one location. Ordinarily that would bore the life out of me, but King has this ability to grab your attention and keep you hooked anyway. That being said, there are still some boring parts in this book - but they are very few and far between. It is literally quite impossible to look away during the interactions between Annie and poor Paul Sheldon. Anytime Annie is on the scene, she steals the show - it's those parts where it's just Paul's meandering thoughts that I would tune out of sometimes. This is much better portrayed in the movie for me.
Something else that the movie benefits from is cutting out the parts where Paul is writing his new Misery book. I honestly have never cared less about anything in my entire life. I just DO NOT care. This is fair enough when you're reading the book and can just quickly skim over these parts - however, this is much more difficult when listening to the audiobook. I quite honestly feel like this is one of those rare scenarios in which the movie is much superior to the book. It takes the GREAT story that King tells and trims it down to a really effective movie.
Annie Wilkes is one of King's most iconic characters and the story is one of his most terrifying, because there are no scary monsters or supernatural creatures, Annie is all human and 100% crazy. She also brings a lot of humour to the story (for me anyway), I can't help but crack up when she goes on rants about different things. And the scene with the axe... one of the most nail-biting, stressful and cringeworthy events I've ever read in a book.
I really like Misery, but I don't seem to regard it as highly as lot of other Constant Readers. I can't pinpoint what is exactly, I just know it wouldn't make my top 20 list. I guess I never really connected with it on a personal level, and so many other King books DO make me FEEL so many emotions, so... it just slides down the list a bit. I do think it would be a great starting point for new King fans, as it isn't particularly scary, it's more of a psychological thriller. A nice way to introduce yourself to Mr King's works.
3.5 stars. -
Two Sundays ago our family experienced a rather harrowing emergency situation. I'm thrilled to report that tragedy was averted; I'm less excited to share that my arm was broken in the process.
A broken arm is a perfectly acceptable price to pay for a whole family, but it is also a painful pain in the ass. And, because I'm a classic overachiever, I broke my arm in the “most painful way possible,” and I have been relegated to bone broth, limited mobility (to prevent the need for surgery) and left handed, one finger typing (damn it!).
As my convalescence began (10 long days ago), I found myself not only in pain and discomfort, but surprisingly more and more weepy as well. Melancholic, I believe they call it. So not my norm. A chipper friend quickly became flustered by my new, dark voice and demeanor and contributed that she bring me some “upbeat romantic comedies and light, humorous reads from the library.”
“Fuck that,” I cheerfully responded. “I'm reading Stephen King's Misery.”
Misery, in case you crawled out from under a rock or were just born, is one of Mr. King's most famous novels. Though I am a devotee of the King (and a total literary snob, by the way), I have always avoided his “horror” novels. I had assumed a “been there, done that,” attitude with Misery, having watched the movie. But, I'm so happy I finally read it. As usual, the book is an entirely different experience.
The basic premise, without any overt plot spoilers is this: A 42-year-old, twice divorced novelist named Paul Sheldon, who has become famous for a series he created (but loathes) called Misery, finishes a new manuscript (in a hotel about 15 minutes from my house!), and celebrates his original, not Misery related writing achievement by drinking copious amounts of champagne. He mistakenly heads out, drunk, into a winter storm and badly crashes his car on a mountain road near the fictional town of Sidewinder, Colorado.
Paul is badly injured. Left on his own in the storm, without immediate medical attention, he'd have most likely died. Lucky for him, a former nurse discovers his recently crashed car, brings him home and nurses him back to consciousness. When Paul “wakes” to his new reality, he is grateful to the nurse, the indomitable Annie Wilkes, but he is terrified and confused when he sees his mangled legs. Why hasn't she called for help?
Turns out Annie's a real psychopath. She's his “number one fan,” and no outside help will be needed for Paul's poor legs, which are pointing every which way but loose.
Mr. King introduces us to Annie:
She was a big woman who, other than the large but unwelcoming swell of the cardigan sweater she always wore, seemed to have no feminine curves at all—there was no defined roundness of hip or buttock or even calf below the endless succession of wool skirts she wore in the house (she retired to her unseen bedroom to put on jeans before doing outside chores). Her body was big but not generous. There was a feeling about her of clots and roadblocks rather than welcoming orifices or even open spaces, areas of hiatus.
Paul quickly realizes he's “in a jam,” but he also mistakenly believes himself to be in the worst mental and physical pain of his life: There comes a point when the very discussion of pain becomes redundant. No one knows there is pain the size of this in the world. No one. It is like being possessed by demons. (I hear you, Paul!).
It doesn't take Paul long to understand that the current pain he's in is child's play compared to what will come. He's barely begun his journey with Annie before he recognizes that she was a woman full of tornadoes waiting to happen, and if he had been a farmer observing a sky which looked the way Annie's face looked right now, he would have at once gone to collect his family and herd them into the storm cellar.
But Paul doesn't have family. Not really. He's got 2 ex-wives, no kids, no siblings, and parents who are only mentioned in the past tense. He's a loner, a lonely writer who wonders if anyone out there will even care enough to conduct a search for him.
And here's the meat for me: I fell in love with him.
Paul's sadness, his journey, the span of his suffering and grief are so tenable, so credible, too. We go deep into his psyche, learn his foibles and flaws and get taken along on some keen writing lessons, too.
Mr. Sheldon quickly earned a place in heart as my second favorite “King character” (second only to Jake Epping from 11/22/63.
So, you may be wondering. . . how gruesome does this get?
Gruesome, but only one scene made me truly sick to my stomach.
And, you may be wondering. . . Five stars, Julie? Really? Is it really that good?
Yes. Other than one cheesy lag in the middle, when the reader gets taken down Memory Lane, and most of Annie Wilkes's backstory is too conveniently spoon-fed to us, it's that good.
It's not 11/22/63, and it's not Lonesome Dove, but storytelling doesn't get much better than this, nor does it need to.
(Entire review typed with the pointer finger of my left hand.) -
a list of things this book was:
- disgusting
- disturbing
- a quick read, surprisingly
- really fond of using sexual assault as a metaphor (cool cool cool)
- harmfully stereotypical in terms of race (the Africa references/setting)
- harmfully stereotypical in terms of gender (so much man-goes-to-work woman-stays-home)
- honestly just pretty hateful toward women??
- all for using the n word without blinking, apparently
a list of things this book was not:
- scary
- all that great of a read for me
bottom line: i guess i get the stephen king appeal. but, uh. NOT A FAN.
note from future me: if you're a stephen king fan and you feel like writing at length in the comments of this about why i'm wrong and you're a Correct Intellectual, consider, instead, writing me a letter and then throwing that letter right in the garbage (either way, i'm not going to read it)
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PRE-REVIEW
okay, stephen king. time to show me what all the fuss is about.
(in other words: this is my first stephen king book and i'm ready to scream in fear) -
My whole life people have had a hard time handling myobsessivepassionate personality. I don’t ever just like things- I’m either completely enamored with it or not all that interested. It’s just how I was made. My obsession with Harry Potter is seen as “excessive” and I’m constantly made fun of for my fondness of it. I get asked “aren’t you a little old for that” almost regularly and I have given up trying to respond because I really don’t feel it necessary to explain myself to anyone.
I am also ridiculed for my obsession with Stephen King. I find his writing to be nothing short of amazing and people who aren't fans of his just think he writes “that horror and gore crap”. Surely a serious reader can’t be a King fan. According to a lot of people I know it works the same way when flipped around- a King fan cannot be a serious reader. Well, I will tell you I am both. I am a King fan and and a serious reader.
But, I’m not always a serious reviewer.
For you all I have compiled a list. This list is my defense:
Reasons Why I’m NOT the Real Life Annie Wilkes
1.) I would never harm Stephen King in any way, shape or form. Not intentionally anyway- I may accidentally harm him by tripping over my own feet in a rush to get to him and crash into him causing him to fall through a window. Or I might tackle him from behind in an attempt to hug him fiercely. I might even bite him just to see if he’s real. BUT I would not hurt him.
2.) I have never killed anyone. (I think legally I am required to say that…)
3.)I don’t have an unlimited supply of any type of narcotic. I have a cousin who’s a doctor, but he’s of the Straight and Narrow variety.
4.) I don’t have…..
lapses in my thoughts.
5.) I understand the severity of an addiction and understand fully that King has struggled with it in his past, therefore I wouldn't get him hooked on a painkiller to make him completely dependent on me.
6.) I wouldn’t want to have Stephen King in my home. Don’t get me wrong, I have a beautiful home, but his house is way fucking cooler. I mean- gargoyles on a wrought iron gate that looks like a spiderweb?! HOW fucking awesome.
7.) Being that I want to be in his house so bad, I would just like to sneak in a back window and hide in a cupboard and live in his house without him knowing for as long as possible. I’d sneak a shower in his shower, smell his clothes, lie on his side of the bed, lick his typewriter…you know those kinds of things.
8.) I want to be friends with Stephen King- not make him fear for his life. I think if he were to meet me he’d be completely charmed by my glowing personality and welcome me as one of his own by saying: “Welcome to the family, kid!” or something along those lines.
9.) I’d order take-out instead of making him eat all that soup in the event that he was in my home. We could eat Chinese food while watching old horror flicks together. BFFFL.
10.) My final point- my name is Stepheny, not Annie, so I can’t be her.
All around this was a great read- you should totally check it out.
And for the record, Stephen King, you have nothing to be afraid of.
Signed,
Your Number 1 Fan. -
I've been saying for the last year, since I originally read this, that I would come back and write a full review, but honestly, the immediate post-read reaction I wrote below sums it up pretty well. I absolutely freaking loved everything about Misery and I think Annie is one of the most terrifying villains I've ever read in my life. As someone who doesn't tend to enjoy most of King's longer works, please let me know in a comment if you have any recommendations for books of his that are closer to this one in length and overall feeling!
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original "review": march 2019:
me, a week ago: I dunno man I've tried a few King books and collections and maybe they're just not meant for me
also me, a week ago: I'm gonna give Misery a try but I'm not expecting too much tbh
me, now: WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THE OLD GODS DID I JUST READ, WOW
Full review coming soon! Thank you so much to the eternally beloved
Ellyn for buddy reading this with me and motivating me to finally give it a try! 💗💗💗 -
It took me longer than usual to get into this King book, which was largely down to the writing style. I felt it was different than his usual style (which is the one I adore so much). I had the same problem when reading
The Shining. It was just lacking this "special something", and thus, I felt disconnected from the characters until about a halfway through.
However, all the stuff that was happening up until this point still had an effect on me and absolutely terrified me. And then came the big shift and I got really into it. As soon as I got to know the two main characters better, I got so excited and couldn't stop reading! It all got so interesting after a certain revelation and I was so relieved, because up until then, I had the feeling that I was missing out on whatever makes other people love this book so much.
After reaching the halfway point, the genre "Psychological Horror" was truly embodied. There is just something about Annie Wilkes that is constantly frightening, no matter what this woman does. After reading that King wrote her as the personification of cocaine, I totally understand why she is so terrifying, even in the (rare) moments when she is acting nice. I wish I had the right qualifications to analyze this book and its characters on a psychological level, because I bet it would incredibly interesting.
So even though it took me a while to be enthralled by the book, it is still definitely worth a read!
I'd also like to mention how much I appreciated the little snippets of the actual "Misery"-novels that were included in the story. It added a lot more depth and realism. -
Wow! What a gruesomely disturbing ride Mr King! I must admit, I watched Misery years ago, and I remember not thinking much of it, as it didn't really make me squeamish. In the case of "Misery" I think the book was better, and it took the term "Fucked up" to a new height.
Although this was a great read, I found I didn't love this as much as Pet Sematary, but it was still classic King writing, and it kept me pretty unsettled, until the very end.
And, talking of unsettled, lets talk about Annie Wilkes. What a woman! She is probably one of the most disturbingly crazy female characters in fiction. I find her layered, and by that I mean that she's a real mixed bag. You really never know what you're going to get. I cannot say I LIKE her character, because, lets face it, she's pretty evil, but she is interesting. The way she lives her life for one. She doesn't fit in to society, so she distanced herself from it on her little farm with her animals- until she met Paul Sheldon. And that is when shit hits the fan, and we learn, incredibly quickly actually, that nobody fucks with Annie Wilkes.
I found myself rather on edge with this, eager to know what stunt Annie might pull next, especially if Paul made her angry. There was one scene, and I found myself thinking " Wow, he's not seriously written THAT, has he?" Obviously, the answer to that, was a yes. It's King. There is nothing he won't write about, especially when his words are able to crawl into the very depths of your mind, and set up home there for a while. This was another grand novel from King, and I'm itching to read my next! -
Isn’t it so good that you have a devoted fan encourage you to write a new book of the series that made you famous? And she also gives you free health service?
Well, Misery was one of the most disturbing plot lines KING crafted. Most of the people remember sweet Kathy Bates’ transition to very scary, obsessive fan Annie Wilkes. That performance earned her a golden statue that highly deserved. In Broadway Laurie Metcalf gave life to the complex, dangerous, thrilling character but she wasn’t as great as dear Kathy.
And KING collaborated with Sam Shaw to create Hulu series Castle Rock to show us the early days of Annie: younger, a single mother, trying to start a fresh life in the wrong place at the wrong time. The series also give us the background story of Annie help us understand she’s not born as villanelle, she turns into one later!
I enjoyed to read this book that tells us how far fans can confuse thin line between real life and the illusionary worlds the authors created! True obsession, confusion, violence, claustrophobic tones, the brilliant characterization allure you!
It’s gripping and effective story just like other works of the author! But it’s really spin tingling and so disturbing! You may forget the name of famous author Paul Shelton! But I am so sure you never forget cold blooded villanelle Annie Wilkes! -
“[I]t was still a long time before he was finally able to break the dried scum of saliva that had glued his lips together and croak out ‘Where am I?’ to the woman who sat by his bed with a book in her hands. The name of the man who had written the book was Paul Sheldon. He recognized it as his own with no surprise.
‘Sidewinder, Colorado,’ she said when he was finally able to ask the question. ‘My name is Annie Wilkes. And I am – ’
‘I know,’ he said. ‘You’re my number-one fan.’
‘Yes,’ she said, smiling. ‘That’s just what I am…’”
- Stephen King, Misery
Stephen King’s Misery was published all the way back in 1987. It was later made into a near-classic movie that won Kathy Bates an Academy Award. It has been parodied, referenced on The Simpsons, made into memes, and otherwise entered the bloodstream of pop culture, from which it has never left. For all that, having just read it for the first time, it still feels fresh, surprising, and audacious.
It is also absolutely iconic.
Only the briefest of summaries is in order, not just because of Misery’s ubiquity, but because it is so devilishly simple. This is not a sprawling King epic with extensive world building, intricate supernatural systems, or complex mythologies. This is – to use television parlance – a bottle episode, with almost all the action taking place inside a single bedroom.
That bedroom belongs to a former nurse named Annie Wilkes. Annie is a huge fan of a series of historical romance novels featuring a protagonist named Misery Chastain. The author of those books is Paul Sheldon who – despite his fantastic success – feels creatively stifled, and has decided to kill off Misery and write a “serious” novel. Just after finishing this new opus, Paul gets drunk, hops in his car, and ends up in a wreck near Sidewinder, Colorado (a place familiar to fans of The Shining). He is rescued – in a coincidence that is never dwelled upon – by superfan Annie. At first Annie seems well meaning. Then she discovers that Paul has killed Misery, a bit of news that she takes poorly. Annie essentially takes Paul hostage and forces him to write a new Misery book, one that brings the character back to life without any narrative cheating.
King tells the story in the third-person, from the limited perspective of Paul. Much has been read into this character, as it contains more than a few autobiographical details. Like King, Paul feels that he had been relegated to a specific genre, and yearns to stretch his literary muscles. Like King (at the time), Paul has some rather serious substance abuse issues. It is impossible not to feel like many of Paul’s beliefs, especially about the nature of fandom, is King talking – and, frankly, whining – to his own audience. One is even tempted to say that in making Annie – unstable, possibly deranged, and degenerating – the villain, King is borderline insulting the masses who line up to purchase every new title.
Of course, a lot of what gives Misery its punch is the specificity of Paul’s observations about the writing life. Generally, I dislike it when writers focus on writers. It feels too much like navel-gazing. King comes close to that line here, especially when he hammers at the notion that Paul is suffering – quite literally – for his craft. Still, I liked King’s venom, especially since Paul is otherwise very much a stock figure from his multiverse: glib; given to lengthy internal monologues; imbued with an encyclopedic knowledge of rock ‘n roll, movies, and television; and prone to laughing out loud at jokes that are simply not funny.
Facing off against Paul is Annie, one of the more memorable baddies of King’s career. Unlike some of King’s other famed antagonists, such as the Overlook in The Shining, the nightmare-shifting clown from It, and the burial ground in Pet Sematary, Annie is a human being, not a mystical entity. She has no extraordinary powers or connection to dark magic. She is not a vampire or werewolf or alien. Aside from some rudimentary surgical abilities, Annie’s main talent is an absolute conviction towards seeing things through to the end. Though we never get inside her head, King does good work in tracing an interesting arc, one in which Annie is given shifting dimensions. That’s not to say that she is nuanced, only that she is not pure evil. If one wanted, one might even find some sympathy for a woman whose crumbling mental state seems beyond her ability to control. In any event, Annie is frightening and unforgettable.
Misery is psychological horror, bounded by the physical reality of the real world. For much of its length, King relies on tension over every other element. Ultimately, though, King is King, and things get gross. Like many of his vintage novels, Misery walks right up to the line of bad taste, pauses for a moment, and then gleefully hops over. Even with foreknowledge of some of the things that happen, I was still surprised at the graphic, forensic detail that King deploys in executing his set pieces. The violence is limited, the body count relatively low, but there are still buckets of blood spilled in these pages.
This is often cited among King’s upper-tier works. While this is a defensible ranking, I’ll admit that Misery is not among my favorites. The main problem is that I simply didn’t like Paul Sheldon all that much. Since the whole project rests on the question of whether Paul escapes or remains captive, lives or dies, that’s sort of an issue. I also had some quibbles with the pacing. Normally – as many of you know – I am in the bigger-is-better camp when it comes to novels. But in this instance, the 368-page Misery (trade paperback edition) feels a bit bloated. A lot of this comes from King’s puckish decision to excerpt long sections of Paul’s new Misery entry. This book-within-a-book conceit is funny at first, then quickly outstays its welcome. In short – pun intended – Misery might have packed more punch had it been a bit more economical and efficient. Finally, King relies on quite a few cheap tricks and jump scares, especially towards the end, so that the climax of Misery starts to mirror one of the lesser Halloween or Friday the 13th sequels.
These criticisms are rather minor, especially given King’s propensity for creating enduring images. It is not surprising that so many of his novels have been turned into movies, because he is a cinematic writer. Even confining his tapestry to a small room in an isolated farmhouse, with a dramatically pared-down dramatis personae, King effortlessly creates a tableau that is vivid, grotesque, and unforgettable. Misery could have felt like a writing exercise from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, an experiment in minimalist settings and cast lists, something approaching a two-person play. Instead, in King’s assured hands, it is another minor masterpiece. -
لماذا لم نخطف د.تامر ابراهيم ليكمل لنا ثلاثية "الذي لم يمت"؟ فالاعوام تمر و تمر
و لماذا لم نخطف د.احمد خالد توفيق لنعيد رفعت اسماعيل للحياة؟..فقد كان يؤنسنا حقا
و لماذا لم يخطفوا ارثر كونان دويل ليعيد شرلوك هولمز للحياة؟ فهو من قتله لمزاجه الخاص😈لاننا عاقلين طبعا
منذ ان افاق بول شيلدون على انفاس تقتحم جهازه التنفسي قسرا برائحة الفانيليا و الشيكولاته ..أدرك ان احلى ايامه قد مضت إلى غير رجعة ..فهل من الممكن ان تعيش بسلام بعد ان قابلت" انى ويلكوكس "؟
فلتتامل جيدا تلك الممرضة الممتلئة البشوشة و ركز في لون السائل الذي تحقنك به..فقد تكون حقنتك الأخيرة 💉
ميزرى هي رعب دفين لدى كل مؤلف شهير تغريه الاجزاء المتعددة..احذر فقد تودي بك إلى حتفك..ستصبح كلمة: اكتب هي كابوسك المقيم
ستظل اني ويلكوكس اغرب بطلات كينج و تتربع مع مهرج"الشيء"على القمة فهي : المعجبة رقم واحد. .لقب ساحر لولا اصرارها المرعب على أن يعيد كاتبها بطلتها المفضلة للحياة
.و لو بخطفه و احتجازه و تكسير ساقه مرارا🙈 و ما خفي أكثر بكثير
من السهل ان يتحول هذا النمط من الروايات ثنائية الشخصيات إلى مسرحية مملة و لكن ليس هذه المرة
..جاءت الرواية كمطاردات مرعبة لن تنشر ابدا لتوم و جيري🐱🐀ا
ابي رجل علم رزين لا يهوى السينما و لكن يكفي "فيلم ميزري"فخرا انه الفيلم الوحيد الذي تابعه بحماس تفاعلى لم يتكرر ابدا و هو بالفعل في جودة الرواية
و لا انصح بقراءة كينج مترجما ابدا -
★★★★ /5
Stephen King is an author whose books I always enjoy and Misery was not an exception. I really liked the first part of the book, I founded it very compelling and fascinating, others were a little bit disappointing but I still enjoyed reading them. In addition, it was very psychologically heavy book so it took me a long time to read, but on the other hand writing style really fitted the story.
It was good book, but not my favorite. -
Have you ever wanted to be famous? This book might change your mind because you might end up with some pretty crazy fans!
Original rating: Four Stars
2022 Reread rating: Four Stars (maybe 4.5)
I cannot remember specifically how long ago I read this, but Misery is one of those King books that is never far away from my thoughts. I would even risk saying that it is probably one of King’s most iconic and pop culturally relevant books due to the 1990 movie with James Caan and Kathy Bates. It is because of that that it is one of those King stories you know even if you never even read it. (The other one in my mind most like that is Carrie).
This is a truly suspenseful book that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Some parts are a bit repetitive, but that seems to be more to drag out the suspense than anything else. Also, it is one of those books you might find yourself cheering, booing, and/or screaming out loud at as you read.
Often, in my reviews, I mention whether I think first time King readers would enjoy/if the book is a good place for new King readers to start. With the plot, you will find a few iconic King tropes (mainly the main character being a writer) and it is not one of his sprawling books (like The Stand or IT) that might be a little too much to swallow if you are not already a fan. I have known some who have read very few King books but have read Misery and they enjoyed it. So, I think it could be a decent place to start if you are looking to get into his works. -
Misery was my first ever Stephen King novel.
There I was, an impressionable 14-year-old girl drunk on romances with none-fade-into-black sex scenes. Then my favorite English teacher recommended I read Misery. "Your life will never be the same," he said.
He was right.
Misery is about the kind of fan that loves their chosen celebrity a little too much. Like the man who shot John Lennon. Or stalkers that drive to Miley Cyrus's house with a bouquet of roses and a foam finger. The odd buttons that spoil a fandom.
In this case, Paul Sheldon was rescued from a car crash by his number one fan, Annie. She loves his books, so when she finds out Paul killed her favorite character in the latest installment, she gets a little... upset.
But no matter, she has the brains behind the masterpiece right here! Paul is going to bring his character back from the dead for one last encore or she'll get upset again. And you do not want to make Annie upset.
You scared yet?
King's writing has a way of putting you directly in a character's shoes. Only he can make the abhorred third-person into first-person, so you're there with Paul every second of the way. You feel his terror when he realized his caretaker is not quite right in the head. You feel his pain from drug withdrawal. You feel the resignation of burning your only first-draft manuscript in order to obtain said drugs.“The work, the pride in your work, the worth of the work itself...all those things faded away to the magic-lantern shades they really were when the pain got bad enough.”
The shame. The rage. The hate.
This is horror at its finest. One human imprisoned in a house by another. No cheap jump-scares. No bloody gore factor. No dime-store costume. This is nail-your-balls-to-the-wall psychological shit, and damn if you don't lie awake at night wondering if the dark shape in the corner is Annie with a chainsaw in hand.
So come along with me, dear Constant Reader. And be King's number one fan. -
My first time reading stephen king and I didn't hate it. Yeah me 😂, also yes i'm going to read more stephen king.😏
Can't stop thinking about this book, so changing it to 5 stars.
5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ -
i can tell this my favourite book of Stephen king so far -
I know I have an unpopular opinion on this one, but I thought this was just okay. I have a weird relationship with Stephen King books, I tend to either LOVE them or feel very meh about them, and unfortunately this one left me feeling very meh. The concept of of this book is great, and I love the idea of it: a huge fan of this author finds him in a car wreck and kidnaps him, forcing him to write the next book in a series about a girl named Misery which he has previously ended, and she's forcing him to re-write her story. Annie is an incredibly fascinating character to read about, she's one of those classic psychotic characters like Norman Bates or Hannibal Lectur. She was entertaining to read about, but I feel like because this book is told from Paul, the author's POV, it felt like it dragged at times for me.
I struggled through the first 50% of this book, I found it very slow and boring. Maybe this is because I read thrillers all the time, it's one of my favorite genres, but this book just didn't really thrill me the way I wanted it to. The story got a lot better towards the end and I really ended up liking the last third of it a lot, but it still isn't my favorite from Stephen King, and I guess I just went into it with too high of expectations.Pet Semetary remains as my favorite Stephen King novel. This was my buddy read for the month of November with my friends Jacqueline and Zoe!
