Lois, too, has begun to see what a pharmacist has told Ralph is called hyper-reality, where people possess auras in the form of Day-Glo balloons on a string, unless of course they are about to die, in which case their balloons turn black. King's earlier novel 'It.'Įxcept that this time out, the mayhem isn't quite as mechanically dualistic as it was in 'It' and the similarly overbulky 'Tommy knockers.' This time out, the hero takes on a partner in the form of a widow, Lois Chasse, who lives down the street and who is also suffering from insomnia. 'Insomnia' is set in Derry, Me., where something in the sewer system threatened the town's citizens in Mr. King has returned to the longer, shaggier form he is so practiced at, in which the protagonist ends up having to go down a hole in the earth and confront vast cosmic forces of hideous aspect and bad breath. He will begin to find out shortly, and his world will never be the same.Īfter writing two shorter psychological thrillers, 'Gerald's Game' and 'Dolores Claiborne,' with 'Insomnia' Mr. The Crimson King? What the heck is going on? Ralph wonders. Then Ed begins to rave: 'The thing is, I go down to the supermarket to buy baby-food, how's that for irony, and find out she's signed on with the baby-killers! The Centurions! With the Crimson King himself! And do you know what? I. When Ralph goes to the Deepneaus' house to question Ed, who was once Ralph's mild-mannered friend, Ed openly confesses that he beat up Helen because she signed a petition in support of inviting the feminist and abortion rights advocate Susan Edwina Day to speak at Womencare, a local clinic. Ralph questions her and she reluctantly admits that her husband, Ed, has beaten her. Then one day, while Ralph is stocking up on Lipton Cup-a-Soup at the local Red Apple, his neighbor Helen Deepneau staggers in, badly bruised and cut. Ralph's short-term memory has begun to fail. Ralph has tried every remedy from music to booze to staying up all night in the hope of exhausting himself. 2:15 - and staring up at the shadowy ceiling 'with eyes that felt as big as doorknobs.' He's afraid that soon he won't be sleeping at all, a prospect made all the more unpleasant by Ralph's recent loss of his wife to brain cancer.

Hen they are asleep,' observed Aristotle, 'you cannot tell a good man from a bad one.' But what about a man who can't fall asleep? Is he good or bad? In Stephen King's latest novel of horror, 'Insomnia,' the 70-year-old Ralph Roberts has been waking up earlier and earlier each morning - 3:15.

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