and blues:
That’s why I love King. Strong and uncompromising realism. If at the beginning of the story of any other writer the protagonist is wounded in the leg, by the middle of the story he will in the best case a little shrink. At the end of the day, I run as if nothing happened.

King is not so. His character's wound will purify (three pages with the description of this process), then the flies will fly (another two pages), then the hero will start to go crazy of pain (another five pages filled with the most terrible torments and glutes).

And then there are two options for ending - good and bad. When the protagonist scrubs his leg with a rugged shaft and finally goes crazy from the pain - it's a good ending. In bad he just dies.

I respect Stephen.