nostalgic and touching

In the amusement park Joyland in 1973, a young woman haunted by the Ghost Train murdered and his killer remains at large. There is also a Ferris wheel and intense stage sy held by a browning evening.

This is intrinsically linked to these elements of the universe King quAlbin Michel, sells, very badly, Joyland.

Because fantasy and the horror here is anecdotal. Dailleurs we contrefout sen. Dailleurs King himself seems sen contrefoutre so this is not important in his story. But as sil sobligeait to respect a sort of charter so as not to disappoint his readers by not providing a minimum quota of thrills, he added these thrilleresques frills that badly sintègrent All in all and this is the only complaint I can make on lencontre of this novel.

Because the rest is a pure jewel of universal nostalgia, a story of initiation, in line with the new which gave rise to Stand by me and film that traces the depths of our beings many memories as delicious as painful.

With a simplicity that only snobs or bustles minds can blame him, with sometimes hilarious humor, with infinite tenderness and a sense of detail that makes palpable, alive, larger than life, each narrated scene, King tells of summer 21 years of his hero, Devin.

The first summer of love sorrow summer of virginity also summer friendships that last a lifetime, the summer that never will be forgotten.

This is funny, this is soft, it's true, this is sad, this is moving, taking, it literally devours and context of the amusement park to tell such a story gives ALL OPERATING this remarkable touch of originality, this great oddity that makes quon is in a King and in none other also with this particular language fairground (the parlance), these colorful characters (Brooklyn Jew who every summer becomes Mrs. Fortuna, the gypsy psychic!), so that adored America quhaïe (a book that illustrates the great injustice of life emphasizing that Dick Cheney is still alive, can be quun wonderful book), and then there is death and disease, both now inseparable plagues of the last novels of the Master and therefore more terrifying all the monsters that he could describe, treated here with infinite modesty, almost painful sweetness, all this makes Joyland a work both by the minor genre to which it belongs (editing US was even thought to resemble a pulp ) but we great and indispensable for its ability to feel a range of emotions without using strong (well, not primarily) to the horror or lépouvante.

Diving into Joyland find this is the envy of the evening drinking beer on the beach listening to the Doors and Pink Floyd to bottom, this is remembering the first time I made love lon, this is rethinking these girls that we fell in love until the end of our lives for just 15 days, this is fucking relive painful grief of love, one that devastated each of us, the one which has been given as of importance, which was thought never recover, who gave us so much want to die it hurt, the one we finally remembers that the person who is at the origin, this is rethinking at this time of our lives where lon thought to know everything, where lon believed himself immortal, where lon had an opinion on everything then do quon knew nothing, or very little This is a book through which we all recognize, and tickles us with an incredible talent nostalgic fiber, not just youth dune disappeared but also of an era, more carefree, less virtual, where we left a little more to live that today Cest not outdated or preservatives, no, it's like finding an old letter written by a / a lover (se) and makes it to the surface not only the feelings dalors but also the entire context in which they were born.

This is an incredibly living book, lover of life, light and serious at once, just like everything we were living at the time, these nobodies that seemed yet so intense and vital.

It is a happiness and King could hardly bear sen absence fantastic. Maybe it is in a transitional period of his life and that he will succeed décrivain dici little to let go entirely to this kind of stories that Nont no need blood or spectrum to take us by the throat and twisting us guts.