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8

On Monday, March 25, Lee came walking up Neely Street carrying a long package wrapped in brown paper. Peering through a tiny crack in the curtains, I could see the words REGISTERED and INSURED stamped on it in big red letters. For the first time I thought he seemed furtive and nervous, actually looking around at his exterior surroundings instead of at the spooky furniture deep in his head. I knew what was in the package: a 6.5mm Carcano rifle—also known as a Mannlicher-Carcano—complete with scope, purchased from Klein’s Sporting Goods in Chicago. Five minutes after he climbed the outside stairs to the second floor, the gun Lee would use to change history was in a closet above my head. Marina took the famous pictures of him holding it just outside my living room window six days later, but I didn’t see it. That was a Sunday, and I was in Jodie. As the tenth grew closer, those weekends with Sadie had become the most important, the dearest, things in my life.

9

I came awake with a jerk, hearing someone mutter “Still not too late” under his breath. I realized it was me and shut up.

Sadie murmured some thick protest and turned over in bed. The familiar squeak of the springs locked me in place and time: the Candlewood Bungalows, April 5, 1963. I fumbled my watch from the nightstand and peered at the luminous numbers. It was quarter past two in the morning, which meant it was actually the sixth of April.

Still not too late.

Not too late for what? To back off, to let well enough alone? Or bad enough, come to that? The idea of backing off was attractive, God knew. If I went ahead and things went wrong, this could be my last night with Sadie. Ever.

Even if you do have to kill him, you don’t have to do it right away.

True enough. Oswald was going to relocate to New Orleans for awhile after the attempt on the general’s life—another shitty apartment, one I’d already visited—but not for two weeks. That would give me plenty of time to stop his clock. But I sensed it would be a mistake to wait very long. I might find reasons to keep on waiting. The best one was beside me in this bed: long, lovely, and smoothly naked. Maybe she was just another trap laid by the obdurate past, but that didn’t matter, because I loved her. And I could envision a scenario—all too clearly—where I’d have to run after killing Oswald. Run where? Back to Maine, of course. Hoping I could stay ahead of the cops just long enough to get to the rabbit-hole and escape into a future where Sadie Dunhill would be . . . well . . . about eighty years old. If she were alive at all. Given her cigarette habit, that would be like rolling six the hard way.

I got up and went to the window. Only a few of the bungalows were occupied on this early-spring weekend. There was a mud- or manure-splattered pickup truck with a trailer full of what looked like farm implements behind it. An Indian motorcycle with a sidecar. A couple of station wagons. And a two-tone Plymouth Fury. The moon was sliding in and out of thin clouds and it wasn’t possible to make out the color of the car’s lower half by that stuttery light, but I was pretty sure I knew what it was, anyway.

I pulled on my pants, undershirt, and shoes. Then I slipped out of the cabin and walked across the courtyard. The chilly air bit at my bed-warm skin, but I barely felt it. Yes, the car was a Fury, and yes, it was white over red, but this one wasn’t from Maine or Arkansas; the plate was Oklahoma, and the decal in the rear window read GO, SOONERS. I peeked in and saw a scatter of textbooks. Some student, maybe headed south to visit his folks on spring break. Or a couple of horny teachers taking advantage of the Candlewood’s liberal guest policy.

Just another not-quite-on-key chime as the past harmonized with itself. I touched the trunk, as I had back in Lisbon Falls, then returned to the bungalow. Sadie had pushed the sheet down to her waist, and when I came in, the draft of cool air woke her up. She sat, holding the sheet over her breasts, then let it drop when she saw it was me.

“Can’t sleep, honey?”

“I had a bad dream and went out for some air.”

“What was it?”

I unbuttoned my jeans, kicked off my loafers. “Can’t remember.”

“Try. My mother always used to say if you tell your dreams, they won’t come true.”

I got into bed with her wearing nothing but my undershirt. “My mother used to say if you kiss your honey, they won’t come true.”

“Did she actually say that?”

“No.”

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “it sounds possible. Let’s try it.”

We tried it.

One thing led to another.

10

Afterward, she lit a cigarette. I lay watching the smoke drift up and turn blue in the occasional moonlight coming through the half-drawn curtains. I’d never leave the curtains that way at Neely Street, I thought. At Neely Street, in my other life, I’m always alone but still careful to close them all the way. Except when I’m peeking, that is. Lurking.

Just then I didn’t like myself very much.

“George?”

I sighed. “That’s not my name.”

“I know.”

I looked at her. She inhaled deeply, enjoying her cigarette guiltlessly, as people do in the Land of Ago. “I don’t have any inside information, if that’s what you’re thinking. But it stands to reason. The rest of your past is made up, after all. And I’m glad. I don’t like George all that much. It’s kind of . . . what’s that word you use sometimes? . . . kind of dorky.”

“How does Jake suit you?”

“As in Jacob?”

“Yes.”

“I like it.” She turned to me. “In the Bible, Jacob wrestled an angel. And you’re wrestling, too. Aren’t you?”

“I suppose I am, but not with an angel.” Although Lee Oswald didn’t make much of a devil, either. I liked George de Mohren--schildt better for the devil role. In the Bible, Satan’s a tempter who makes the offer and then stands aside. I hoped de Mohrenschildt was like that.

Sadie snubbed her cigarette. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were dark. “Are you going to be hurt?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you going away? Because if you have to go away, I’m not sure I can stand it. I would have died before I said it when I was there, but Reno was a nightmare. Losing you for good . . .” She shook her head slowly. “No, I’m not sure I could stand that.”

“I want to marry you,” I said.

“My God,” she said softly. “Just when I’m ready to say it’ll never happen, Jake-alias-George says right now.”

“Not right now, but if the next week goes the way I hope it does . . . will you?”

“Of course. But I do have to ask one teensy question.”

“Am I single? Legally single? Is that what you want to know?”

She nodded.

“I am,” I said.

She let out a comic sigh and grinned like a kid. Then she sobered. “Can I help you? Let me help you.”

The thought turned me cold, and she must have seen it. Her lower lip crept into her mouth. She bit down on it with her teeth. “That bad, then,” she said musingly.

“Let’s put it this way: I’m currently close to a big machine full of sharp teeth, and it’s running full speed. I won’t allow you next to me while I’m monkeying with it.”

“When is it?” she asked. “Your . . . I don’t know . . . your date with destiny?”

“Still to be determined.” I had a feeling that I’d said too much already, but since I’d come this far, I decided to go a little farther. “Something’s going to happen this Wednesday night. Something I have to witness. Then I’ll decide.”

“Is there no way I can help you?”

“I don’t think so, honey.”

“If it turns out I can—”

“Thanks,” I said. “I appreciate that. And you really will marry me?”

“Now that I know your name is Jake? Of course.”

Revue de presse

Fine stories to take with us into the night. (Neil Gaiman on FULL DARK, NO STARS in the Guardian)

America's greatest living novelist. (Lee Child)

King's gift of storytelling is unrivalled. His ferocious imagination is unlimited. (George Pelecanos)

'King's most purely entertaining novel in years . . . utterly compelling.' (John Connolly on UNDER THE DOME)

'Staggeringly addictive.' (USA Today on UNDER THE DOME)

'Tight and energetic from start to finish.' (New York Times on UNDER THE DOME)

'The pedal is indeed to the metal.' (Guardian on UNDER THE DOME)

Delivers a lot of praise and enjoy. The story comes off the blocks with almost alarming speed ... he tells a story like a pro .... 11.22.63 kept me up all night. (Daily Telegraph)

Stephen King at his epic, pedal-to-metal best (Alison Flood, Sunday Times, Culture)

not just an accomplished time-travel yarn but an action-heavy meditation on chance, choice and fate. (Independent Books of the Year)

The details of Fifties America, the cars, the clothes, the food, the televisions with wonky horizontal hold, are so vivid that you begin to wonder whether the author himself hasn't had access to a time machine.

...But as you worry at the paradoxes and the brilliantly explained pseudo science there is no denying that this monster yearn is blindingly impressive. Manly writers run out of steam as they get older. King, though, writes books that are ever longer and more demanding. I can't wait to see what he will tackle next.

(Daily Express)

Stephen King's new novel, 11.22.63, combines a variety of genres, being a JFK assassination, a story of time travel, a variation on the grail quest, a novel of voyeurism, a love story, a historical novel, a counter-factual historical novel and the chilling tale of a sinister animate universe, a form which can be traced back to the ghost stories of MR James. (London Review of Books)

The master of the pen has written yet another extraordinary novel. (Independent)

Perhaps only seasoned storyteller Stephen King could accomplish changing the course of history in his vast time-travelling masterpiece whilst effortlessly weaving political and social details with abundant humour. King's intriguing new story structure will surely catapult the author to another best-seller. (The Australian Women's Weekly)

These early sections of the novel are almost irresistible entertaining, enlivened not just by King's supreme control of the form but by his sardonic wit and usual generosity of spirit and expansiveness. Yet as Jack/George moves closer to his goal, other, darker notes intrude, as time itself begins to resist his attempts to change its course, and as he begins to identify with his quarry.... Beneath the reassuring glow of King's portrait of an earlier, simpler time moves a darker and less comfortable vision, a glimpse of the terrifying machinery that moves below the surface of human history, and which stands as a stark, chilling rejoinder to the fantasies of escape embodied in so many time travel stories. (The Weekend Australia)

Mammoth but entertaining, this is part sci-fi, part suspense and part travelogue of a long-ago America. (Who Weekly)

Stephen King is a remarkable and wonderful storyteller who never loosens his grip on the reader throughout the 750-page book. (Woman's Day)

The novel is big, ambitious and haunting. King has probably absorbed the social, political, and popular culture of his baby-boom American generation as thoroughly and imaginatively as any other writer. (Mildura Midweek)

King weaves the social, political and popular culture of his baby-boom American generation into a devastating exercise in escalating suspense. (Daily Liberal)

A fascinating journey. (Armidale Express Extra)

A delightful blend of history and fantasy by a man who has always had a soft spot for an America where men wore fedoras, drove big Fords and could do the foxtrot. A thriller by a genius writer. (The Courier Mail)

People often complain there are no writers of the stature of Dickens anymore. I think that for pure energy and invention missed with compassion, King stands in that writer's direct line. Dickens' heir is alive and well and living in Maine. (Eureka Street)

This is Stephen King in top and chilling form. (Take 5)

You have to take a leap of faith with time-travel novels, but if there's one writer who can pull it off, it's Stephen King. ... Captivating, surprisingly pacy and free from sci-fi clich?, it's no wonder the film version is already being planned. (Shortlist)

The most remarkable story-teller in modern American literature. (Mark Lawson,The Guardian)

a powerful love story (Mirror)

One of the strengths of the book is King's at once nostalgic and honest view of the end of the Eisenhower era. King manages to avoid both sentimentalizing the past and treating it with massive condescension; his role as the poet of American brand-names serves him well here. (Independent)

King swiftly moves beyond vintage Americana to unfold a stunningly panoramic portrait of the era. His [King's] fascination with evil...arranges characters among clear mortal frontiers that fell meaningful rather than simplistic. King commands an inordinately fat space on the bookshelf with 11.22.63 but it's hard to begrudge when his vast imagination is working across such an epic canvas. (Seven, The Sunday Telegraph)

11.22.63 marks a definite maturing of literary command and ambition. The key to any novel set in an alternate reality is credible world building, the steady accumulation of detail - preferably lightly distributed - that brings the story alive. King succeeds in this, partly drawing from his own memories. (Adam LeBor FT Weekend)

...This is the American of Stephen King's childhood and it's one that he re-creates in vivid and loving detail... This is a truly compulsive, addictive novel not just about time-travel or the Kennedy assassination but about recent American history and its might-have-beens, about love, and about how life 'turns on a dime'. It's a thunking 700-pager which left me only wanting more. The master storyteller in truly masterful form. (Daily Mail)

Stephen King is up there with the best. It's a thriller, a meditation on late Fifties and early Sixties America and a love story. It creates a world you can lose yourself in. (Peter Robinson in the Sunday Express)

He writes incomparably good stories . . . King's mastery of plot and his ability to create characters and situations both homespun and far-fetched means that this is the book you dream of getting stuck on the train home with. (Independent on Sunday)

The fictional offering that engaged me most urgently . . . an extraordinarily ambitious tale. (Canberra City News)

A suspenseful drama. (New Idea (Australia)

Time travel and an incredible talent for storytelling combine to produce a unique tour de force. (Sun)

A book of the year. (Sun)

Cleverly evokes the moral dilemmas of time travel and whether a time traveller could or should prevent the assassination of John F. Kennedy on 11.22.63. King also beautifully and nostalgically evokes the minutiae of American suburban life in the late 1950's. (Canberra Times)

King's first effort at melding fact with fiction is as successful as his previous books, and perhaps even more intriguing considering the subject matter: time travel and the implications of change. A contemplative and thoughtful book as filled with heart as it is with intrigue, courtesy of one of our most gifted living writers. (Australian Penthouse)

Legendary writer King has written another magical tome. (People (Australia))

The proof that King is an absolute master of the ambitious, imaginative novel shouts from every page. (Good Book Guide)

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Stephen King est l'auteur de plus de cinquante livres, tous best-sellers d'entre eux à travers le monde. Parmi ses plus récentes sont les romans La Tour Sombre, Cell, Du Hearts Buick 8, Everything's Eventual, en Atlantide, La Petite Fille qui aimait Tom Gordon, et Sac d'os. Son livre documentaire acclamé, sur l'écriture, a également été un best-seller. Il est le récipiendaire de la Médaille nationale de 2003 Réservez Fondation pour contribution exceptionnelle aux lettres américaines. Il vit à Bangor, Maine, avec son épouse, la romancière Tabitha King.

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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Un voyage dans le temps plus tendre que politique 6 février 2012
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"11/22/63" est la date où JFK se fait assassiner à Dallas. C'est en théorie le sujet principal du livre et en fait, d'après moi, plus un prétexte à raconter une histoire à la Benjamin Button.

Nous faisons connaissance, dans le verdoyant et paisible état du Maine cher à S. King, de Jake, un tranquille professeur d'anglais. Jake part s'acheter un burger dans sa sandwicherie préférée quand il s'aperçoit que son propriétaire, Al, semble avoir considérablement vieilli en une journée. Al, qui va bientôt mourir, lui confie son secret: son débarras mène dans le passé. A 11h58 du matin, un jour de 1958 très précis. Et Al aimerait bien que Jake mène son grand projet: aller dans le passé et y vivre jusqu'à neutraliser Lee Oswald, avant qu'il ne tue Kennedy.

Le premier voyage dans le passé se déroule dès la fin du premier chapitre et dès ce moment, j'étais complètement happée dans l'histoire. C'est à la fois ludique (à chaque fois qu'on repasse par le débarras, on remet l'histoire à zéro, et quand le personnage revient dans le passé, il doit rejouer les scènes comme dans Un Jour sans fin) et tragique (les personnages du passé oublient Jake et si celui-ci oublie quelque chose, cela peut avoir des conséquences catastrophiques).
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Le meilleur St King des 10 dernières années 11 juillet 2012
Par Marygold
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Etant un fan absolu de St King depuis mon adolescence, fascinée par les bouquins qui l'ont rendu célèbre, je suivais de près tous ses nouveaux livres écrits dans les 10 derniers années, et j'étais déçue par la plupart d'entre eux qui, à mon avis, bien qu'assez fascinants, n'étaient pas à la hauteur de It, ou The Shining, ou Carrie.
11/22/63 a complètement changé cet avis, en proposant le meilleur de son style unique de parler du paranormal et de l'inimaginable avec un ton normal, humain, qui parle au coeur et aux sentiments. Les pages tournent vite, les histoires se complètent et laissent des émotions différentes, mais surtout inoubliables. Le sujet historique de l'assassinat est certes intéressant et informatif pour ceux qui n'ont pas été nés en 63 (comme moi) et n'ont pas vraiment vécu les conséquences de cette tragédie mondiale; pourtant, il est, comme ça a été mentionné dans un commentaire précédent, juste le prétexte pour parler des choix difficiles de la vie, de la chance, du destin et des vrais changements d'histoire qui peuvent être causés par un évènement tout à fait simple et ordinaire.(cf. l'après-mot)
J'ai particulièrement apprécié la fin, le dernier choix fait par Jack/George, laissant un après-goût de tristesse et de mélancolie assez fort; mais aussi la noblesse de l'opinion proposée par l'auteur que parfois, être brave, c'est savoir s'arrêter juste devant le chemin qui semblait être le rêve ultime et le destin depuis longtemps.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Unbalanced and mostly boring 23 mars 2014
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As the book is in English, I'm writing this in English...

I've rarely felt so cheated after reading a book. 11.22.63 is not about saving Kennedy's life - and even less about what happens afterwards! The book is about how wonderful life was in the U.S.A. around 1960 - at least if you were a white male. King describes small town life (not much is happening) over hundreds of pages, desperately trying to keep tension up by hinting at terrible things to come. Unfortunately the first person narrator got on my nerves so much that I didn't feel sorry for him when the terrible things finally happened. The book is 734 pages long. The real attempt to save JFK's life begins on page 627, and if you are still reading (if I had borrowed the book from the library I would have returned it long before, but, alas, I bought it) things do get quite interesting. For a little while - but then, when things should get REALLY interesting, the author runs out of space and can't develop the story - he would have needed several hundred pages more to make sense of the not-quite-end.

This is definitely the last of King's books that I've bought, possibly the last I've read.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 L'un des tous meilleurs King. 18 décembre 2013
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Il ne s'agit pas tant d'une histoire sur le meurtre de Kennedy, mais du portait de l'Amérique modeste de cette époque, et d'une bouleversante histoire d'amour. Si vous commencez ce livre, vous n'en sortirez plus. Ça faisait longtemps que j'avais renoncé à lire King, me voilà réconcilié avec lui.
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Try to imagine a pure unreal kings novel mixed with history and back to the future theorys ...... now you can only start to imagine how great this book is. Read it and enjoy.
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Patience, je n'ai pas encore eu le temps de le lire, trop de travail !
Peut être pendant les vacances...
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Très bonne histoire de Stépahen King sur un voyage dans le temps dans les années 60 aux USA. Lire la suite
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Même si il a fallu attendre un peu l'arrivée fut un plaisir et a rempli nos attentes . Un roman passionnant .
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J'ai trouvé ce livre très ennuyeux et j' ai lu seulement 25% du livre. Je n'arrive vraiment pas à rentrer dedans!! On s'y perd! Lire la suite
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C'etait pour mon mari qui n'aime pas n'importe quelle livre, mais il est bien interresse avec cette histoire..
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