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Doctor Sleep: A Novel [Format Kindle]

Stephen King
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Doctor Sleep

CHAPTER ONE

WELCOME TO TEENYTOWN

1


After Wilmington, the daily drinking stopped.

He’d go a week, sometimes two, without anything stronger than diet soda. He’d wake up without a hangover, which was good. He’d wake up thirsty and miserable—wanting—which wasn’t. Then there would come a night. Or a weekend. Sometimes it was a Budweiser ad on TV that set him off—fresh-faced young people with nary a beergut among them, having cold ones after a vigorous volleyball game. Sometimes it was seeing a couple of nice-looking women having after-work drinks outside some pleasant little café, the kind of place with a French name and lots of hanging plants. The drinks were almost always the kind that came with little umbrellas. Sometimes it was a song on the radio. Once it was Styx, singing “Mr. Roboto.” When he was dry, he was completely dry. When he drank, he got drunk. If he woke up next to a woman, he thought of Deenie and the kid in the Braves t-shirt. He thought of the seventy dollars. He even thought of the stolen blanket, which he had left in the stormdrain. Maybe it was still there. If so, it would be moldy now.

Sometimes he got drunk and missed work. They’d keep him on for awhile—he was good at what he did—but then would come a day. When it did, he would say thank you very much and board a bus. Wilmington became Albany and Albany became Utica. Utica became New Paltz. New Paltz gave way to Sturbridge, where he got drunk at an outdoor folk concert and woke up the next day in jail with a broken wrist. Next up was Weston, after that came a nursing home on Martha’s Vineyard, and boy, that gig didn’t last long. On his third day the head nurse smelled booze on his breath and it was seeya, wouldn’t want to beya. Once he crossed the path of the True Knot without realizing it. Not in the top part of his mind, anyway, although lower down—in the part that shone—there was something. A smell, fading and unpleasant, like the smell of burned rubber on a stretch of turnpike where there has been a bad accident not long before.

From Martha’s Vineyard he took MassLines to Newburyport. There he found work in a don’t-give-much-of-a-shit veterans’ home, the kind of place where old soldiers were sometimes left in wheelchairs outside empty consulting rooms until their peebags overflowed onto the floor. A lousy place for patients, a better one for frequent fuckups like himself, although Dan and a few others did as well by the old soldiers as they could. He even helped a couple get over when their time came. That job lasted awhile, long enough for the Saxophone President to turn the White House keys over to the Cowboy President.

Dan had a few wet nights in Newburyport, but always with the next day off, so it was okay. After one of these mini-sprees, he woke up thinking at least I left the food stamps. That brought on the old psychotic gameshow duo.

Sorry, Deenie, you lose, but nobody leaves empty-handed. What have we got for her, Johnny?

Well, Bob, Deenie didn’t win any money, but she’s leaving with our new home game, several grams of cocaine, and a great big wad of FOOD STAMPS!

What Dan got was a whole month without booze. He did it, he guessed, as a weird kind of penance. It occurred to him more than once that if he’d had Deenie’s address, he would have sent her that crappy seventy bucks long ago. He would have sent her twice that much if it could have ended the memories of the kid in the Braves t-shirt and the reaching starfish hand. But he didn’t have the address, so he stayed sober instead. Scourging himself with whips. Dry ones.

Then one night he passed a drinking establishment called the Fisherman’s Rest and through the window spied a good-looking blonde sitting alone at the bar. She was wearing a tartan skirt that ended at mid-thigh and she looked lonely and he went in and it turned out she was newly divorced and wow, that was a shame, maybe she’d like some company, and three days later he woke up with that same old black hole in his memory. He went to the veterans’ center where he had been mopping floors and changing lightbulbs, hoping for a break, but no dice. Don’t-give-much-of-a-shit wasn’t quite the same as don’t-give-any-shit; close but no cigar. Leaving with the few items that had been in his locker, he recalled an old Bobcat Goldthwait line: “My job was still there, but somebody else was doing it.” So he boarded another bus, this one headed for New Hampshire, and before he got on, he bought a glass container of intoxicating liquid.

He sat all the way in back in the Drunk Seat, the one by the toilet. Experience had taught him that if you intended to spend a bus trip getting smashed, that was the seat to take. He reached into the brown paper sack, loosened the cap on the glass container of intoxicating liquid, and smelled the brown smell. That smell could talk, although it only had one thing to say: Hello, old friend.

He thought Canny.

He thought Mama.

He thought of Tommy going to school by now. Always assuming good old Uncle Randy hadn’t killed him.

He thought, The only one who can put on the brakes is you.

This thought had come to him many times before, but now it was followed by a new one. You don’t have to live this way if you don’t want to. You can, of course . . . but you don’t have to.

That voice was so strange, so unlike any of his usual mental dialogues, that he thought at first he must be picking it up from someone else—he could do that, but he rarely got uninvited transmissions anymore. He had learned to shut them off. Nevertheless he looked up the aisle, almost positive he would see someone looking back at him. No one was. Everyone was sleeping, talking with their seatmates, or staring out at the gray New England day.

You don’t have to live this way if you don’t want to.

If only that were true. Nevertheless, he tightened the cap on the bottle and put it on the seat beside him. Twice he picked it up. The first time he put it down. The second time he reached into the bag and unscrewed the cap again, but as he did, the bus pulled into the New Hampshire welcome area just across the state line. Dan filed into the Burger King with the rest of the passengers, pausing only long enough to toss the paper bag into one of the trash containers. Stenciled on the side of the tall green can were the words IF YOU NO LONGER NEED IT, LEAVE IT HERE.

Wouldn’t that be nice, Dan thought, hearing the clink as it landed. Oh God, wouldn’t that be nice.

2


An hour and a half later, the bus passed a sign reading WELCOME TO FRAZIER, WHERE THERE’S A REASON FOR EVERY SEASON! And, below that, HOME OF TEENYTOWN!

The bus stopped at the Frazier Community Center to take on passengers, and from the empty seat next to Dan, where the bottle had rested for the first part of the trip, Tony spoke up. Here was a voice Dan recognized, although Tony hadn’t spoken so clearly in years.

(this is the place)

As good as any, Dan thought.

He grabbed his duffel from the overhead rack and got off. He stood on the sidewalk and watched the bus pull away. To the west, the White Mountains sawed at the horizon. In all his wanderings he had avoided mountains, especially the jagged monsters that broke the country in two. Now he thought, I’ve come back to the high country after all. I guess I always knew I would. But these mountains were gentler than the ones that still sometimes haunted his dreams, and he thought he could live with them, at least for a little while. If he could stop thinking about the kid in the Braves t-shirt, that is. If he could stop using the booze. There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

A snow flurry, fine as wedding lace, danced across the air. He could see that the shops lining the wide main street catered mostly to the skiers who’d come in December and the summer people who’d come in June. There would probably be leaf-peepers in September and October, too, but this was what passed for spring in northern New England, an edgy eight weeks chrome-plated with cold and damp. Frazier apparently hadn’t figured out a reason for this season yet, because the main drag—Cranmore Avenue—was all but deserted.

Dan slung the duffel over his shoulder and strolled slowly north. He stopped outside a wrought-iron fence to look at a rambling Victorian home flanked on both sides by newer brick buildings. These were connected to the Victorian by covered walkways. There was a turret at the top of the mansion on the left side, but none on the right, giving the place a queerly unbalanced look that Dan sort of liked. It was as if the big old girl were saying Yeah, part of me fell off. What the fuck. Someday it’ll happen to you. He started to smile. Then the smile died.

Tony was in the window of the turret room, looking down at him. He saw Dan looking up and waved. The same solemn wave Dan remembered from his childhood, when Tony had come often. Dan closed his eyes, then opened them. Tony was gone. Had never been there in the first place, how could he have been? The window was boarded up.

The sign on the lawn, gold letters on a green background the same shade as the house itself, read HELEN RIVINGTON HOUSE.

They have a cat in there, he thought. A gray cat named Audrey.

This turned out to be partly right and partly wrong. There was a cat, and it was gray, but it was a neutered tom and its name wasn’t Audrey.

Dan looke...

Revue de presse

King is a very remarkable and singular writer. He can catch dialogue, throw away an observation or mint a simile, sometimes, brilliantly...Storytelling is everything - and by golly does he know how to carry the reader. (Observer 2013-09-29)

Doctor Sleep is King expertly returning to the milieu of his most beloved novels, combining not just elements from the original Shining but themes and imagery familiar from King's books, including Carrie, Salem's Lot, Firestarter and It. It also has a structure King has often utilised before, with a group of essentially good people having to band against a gang of baddies but within this structure King works masterful variations, showing just with a brilliant storyteller he is. When King is on form, as he is in Doctor Sleep, he has no rivals for sheer page-turning suspense. It is as addictive as anything he has written: a triumph from the world's finest horror novelist. (Sunday Express 2013-09-29)

It's a gripping, powerful novel, all the more so for being patently heartfelt. (Financial Times 2013-09-21)

King finds a mode of the supernatural that has a melancholic beauty while avoiding spiritualist blather (Guardian 2013-09-28)

Doctor Sleep is a warm, entertaining novel by a man who is no longer the prisoner of his demons, but knows where to find them when he needs to call on them. (Daily Telegraph 2013-09-28)

Thirty-six years on from his horror classic, THE SHINING, Stephen King's sequel shows he still has plenty of creative steam. (The Sunday Times 2013-09-28)

King has written a sequel, the tale of what happened to little Danny when he grew up. Need one say more? It cannot fail...the best thing to emerge from King's glittering, warped imagination is of mundane, small-town America corrupted by hidden forces...you cannot but respect his ruthless expertise as a storyteller...even those of us who would never freely pick up a Stephen King must genuflect to a master. (The Times 2013-09-28)

Stephen King's frightscapes are among the most incredible in literature, yet one believes in them unquestioningly. (Spectator 2013-09-28)

Terrifying and, as always, brilliantly-crafted tale, you won't be left wanting. But you may be left scared. (Sun 2013-09-28)

A magnificent sequel to one of the finest horror yarns written....Brilliant. (Daily Express 2013-09-28)

highly anticipated sequel to his bestselling 1977 novel The Shining. (Daily Express Saturday Mag 2013-09-28)

the book remains hopeful and hugely humane. (Irish Times - John Connolly 2013-09-28)

Doctor Sleep has a tightness, an economy, after some of the lengthier novels of recent years, but also a lightness of touch. It reads less like a horror novel than a thriller and ends on a scene of intimate and intense human contact, a gift of consolation at the moment of death. (Irish Times - John Connolly 2013-09-28)

King is too skilled a storyteller for Doctor Sleep to be anything other than unputdownable. (Mail On Sunday 2013-09-28)

Both an excellent sequel to The Shining and a strong novel in its own right, this is one of King's best books in the last decade. (SciFi Bulletin 2013-09-28)

Suspenseful, thrilling and packed with twists....an incredibly sincere piece of writing. (Time Out 2013-09-28)

It still grips, just differently than the original. (Shortlist 2013-09-28)

King still remains the daddy of them all. (Metro 2013-09-28)

...the novel's deepest shiverings depend on no made-up devils. (Guardian 2013-09-28)

For the truth is, there are few writers who have such a way with character (and that character delivered through authorial peeks into thought and feeling, is so important in his books)...Once his stories get their hooks into you, they're impossible to put down....The denouement of the novel takes place in autumn, and that's no coincidence. You can practically smell the leaf piles burning, their fragrant smoke mixed with that of funeral pyres. (sfx.co.uk 2013-09-28)

This brilliant sequel....King [is] a genius at transforming the ordinary into the utterly horrific... (Evening Standard 2013-09-28)

This is the master on top form, drawing his readers in with his amazing storytelling power - first with the tension, then with the richness and details of the scene-setting and characterisation. (Daily Mail 2013-09-28)

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  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 545 pages
  • Editeur : Scribner; Édition : 1st (24 septembre 2013)
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  • Langue : Anglais
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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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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Bon cru 6 janvier 2014
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Un Stephen King très sympa que j'ai lu avec beaucoup de plaisir (en anglais : en français je n'accroche pas ces romans, la sauce ne prend pas je trouve, les burgers c'est à manger aux U.S. à mon goût). Je ne mets pas 5 étoiles que je réserve pour les chefs d’œuvre même si ce roman reste très bon et plus serré que The Dome. Le récit est soigné, moins foutraque que les œuvres des années 80/90 (IT, The Stand, qui me laissent un souvenir très fort) mais un peu moins original : tout petit regret en effet sur les 'bad guys' qui manquent un peu de sang neuf ;). Rien à dire sur le reste et l'héroïne est bien campée et attachante. Dernière remarque : peut se lire sans connaître The Shinning dont ce roman est le suite. D'ailleurs le traitement des deux romans est assez différents si bien qu'il ne faut pas s'attendre à lire une sorte de The Shinning II.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A lire absolument en anglais 14 décembre 2013
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Stephen King is a daring author, and dare he does. He has no pangs of conscience or any type of spasms when he does something that most people could consider dangerous or trite. It will end up being neither dangerous nor trite but frighteningly enticing and heart-warming.

In the present case he dares to give us the sequel of The Shining (1977), the sequel of the life of Dan Torrance, the son of the caretaker Jack Torrance of the famous Overlook Hotel in Colorado who escaped with his mother Wendy their doom when the hotel’s furnace exploded and the hotel was burned down to the ground. They escaped thanks to the help of the shining of the son and another shining character, Dick Hallorann, the hotel’s cook in the summer.

But when you dare you must have a lot of imagination to renew the characters, the theme or themes, the story itself to avoid any repeat or weaker version of events. And renew he does, Stephen King.

Dan Torrance’s life is picked some twenty years after this catastrophic winter of old. He has become what his father was, even worse in many ways, and he is an alcoholic drifter. Who cannot hold a job more than a few weeks or a few months, just long enough to earn what he needs to pay for the next alcoholic binge. And the last episode of this descent into the ever darker underground hell of alcohol is even more than we can imagine. Or is it really? It sure is not for the famous Alcoholics Anonymous, the AAs. These have heard even worse stories.

But Dan Torrance get willfully – at least the willful acceptance of being driven by the whip of alcoholic desire if not fascination – lured by a junkie woman into her bed, or rather some kind of cruddy mattress-filed pallet in some slummy tenement.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Shining vs Shining 17 juin 2014
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J'aime beaucoup certains romans de Stephen King comme Dreamcatcher, Insomnia et bien d'autres mais celui-ci m'a un peu déçue, parce qu'on se retrouve de plain-pied chez ces gens qui ont le "shining" et qu'à partir de là tout est possible. Le fantastique est le roman, il ne naît pas du roman. Toutefois Abbra est un joli personnage, qui me fait penser aux jeunes filles chez Haruki Murakami.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 une "suite" réussie 14 janvier 2014
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Merci au King d'avoir permis aux fans de The Shining de retrouver Danny boy…maintenant adulte…intéressante note de l’auteur conscient de la difficulté d’écrire la suite d'une œuvre qui a marqué les esprits...comme mentionné précédemment, ce n'est pas "Shining II" mais pari réussi...du pur plaisir..."Life was a wheel, and it always came back to where it had started"...
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A page turning novel 13 septembre 2014
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I have really appreciated this story.The beginning was a bit long to get used to the different characters and to understand the link.But once everything is settled wow!!! fantastic!!! I love the way King describes his characters'mental and I was surprised a couple of times by the turn of events. I am convinced this novel is a great one....It is worth reading.
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Très décevant 10 juillet 2014
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Très décevant, peu de suspense, intrigue très lente à se mettre en route. Pas à la hauteur d un Stephen King!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 vous en avez rêvé, Kindle l'a fait 2 juillet 2014
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ahh je pensais que j'allais pouvoir me passer de mon Kindle, ben je suis au regret de vous dire que ça ne va pas être de suite :) Super bouquin de King encore une fois, je ne vais pas en dire plus pour le pas spoiler, mais Dan est de retour, alive and kicking !!!
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Good Sequel 30 janvier 2014
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Stephen King is still the best at what he does, another can't put down book. Beautiful writing and great characters.
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L'un des meilleurs Stephen King que j'ai pu lire ! De loin ! Et pourtant j'en ai lu pas mal. King is back :)
Publié il y a 29 jours par Raphael T.
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Je ne peux pas évaluer ce livre puisqu'il était en anglais donc obligé de le renvoyer !
Dommage il ne se fait pas en livre de poche en français !
Publié il y a 6 mois par pimouss
4.0 étoiles sur 5 Très bon livre!
Très très bonne oeuvre mais il manque un peu du style si particulier de King, intéressant mais pas aussi prenant que certaines de ses précédentes... Lire la suite
Publié il y a 7 mois par Aguirre Anaïs
5.0 étoiles sur 5 Too good, as always
I think I read each ad every king ever published as yet. This one I loved, as I loved all the ones before that. Please, Mr King, never stop writing !
Publié il y a 9 mois par Sylvie P
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très bon livre. l'histoire est captivante et stephen king égal a lui même!C'est une bonne continuation de shinning personne ne sera déçu
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Je n'ai pas lu cet exemplaire, c'étai un cadeau pour notre fils. Mais j'ai lu la traduction française, et comme toujours, j'ai apprécié l'histoire. Lire la suite
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Stephen King est toujours aussi bon dans ce genre.
La suite de ''The Shining'' est passionnante, à recommander aux amateurs de thrillers
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