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Liseys Story by Stephen King

Lisey Debusher Landon lost her husband, Scott, two years ago, after a twenty-five-year marriage of the most profound and sometimes frightening intimacy. Scott was an award-winning, bestselling novelist and a very complicated man. Early in their relationship, before they married, Lisey had to learn from him about books and blood and bools. Later, she understood that there was a place Scott went -- a place that both terrified and healed him, that could eat him alive or give him the ideas he needed in order to live. Now its Liseys turn to face Scotts demons, Liseys turn to go to Booya Moon. What begins as a widows effort to sort through the papers of her celebrated husband becomes a nearly fatal journey into the darkness he inhabited. Perhaps Kings most personal and powerful novel,Liseys Storyis about the wellsprings of creativity, the temptations of madness, and the secret language of love.|Liseys Storyis a wondrous novel of marriage, a love story steeped in strength and tenderness, and cast with the most vivid, touching, and believable characters in recent literature. I came to adore Lisey Landon and her sisters, I ached for Scott and all hed been through, and when I finally reached the bittersweet and heartfelt conclusion, my first thought was that I wanted to start over again from the beginning, for it felt as if I were saying good-bye to old friends. This is Stephen King at his finest and most generous, a dazzling novel that youll thank yourself for reading long after the final page is turned.-- Nicholas Sparks, author ofAt First SightandThe Notebook|InLiseys Story, Stephen King makes bold, brilliant use of his satanic storytelling gift, his angelic ear for language, and, above all, his incomparable ability to find the epic in the ordinary, to present us with the bloody and fabulous tale of an ordinary marriage. In his hands, the long, passionate union of Scott and Lisey Landon -- of any long-lived marriage, by implication -- becomes a fantastic kingdom, with its own geography and language, its dark and stirring chronicle of heroes and monsters, its tragedies, griefs, and glories. King has been getting me to look at the world with terror and wonder since I was fifteen years old, and I have never been more persuaded than by this book of his greatness.-- Michael Chabon, author ofThe Final Solution: A Story of DetectionandThe Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay| I. Lisey and Amanda (Everything the Same) To the public eye, the spouses of well-known writers are all but invisible, and no one knew it better than Lisey Landon. Her husband had won the Pulitzer and the National Book Award, but Lisey had given only one interview in her life. This was for the well-known womens magazine that publishes the column Yes, Im Married toHim!She spent roughly half of its five-hundred-word length explaining that her nickname rhymed with CeeCee. Most of the other half had to do with her recipe for slow-cooked roast beef. Liseys sister Amanda said that the picture accompanying the interview made Lisey look fat. None of Liseys sisters was immune to the pleasures of setting the cat among the pigeons (stirring up a stink had been their fathers phrase for it), or having a good natter about someone elses dirty laundry, but the only one Lisey had a hard time liking was this same Amanda. Eldest (and oddest) of the onetime Debusher girls of Lisbon Falls, Amanda currently lived alone, in a house which Lisey had provided, a small, weather-tight place not too far from Castle View where Lisey, Darla, and Cantata could keep an eye on her. Lisey had bought it for her seven years ago, five before Scott died. Died Young. Died Before His Time, as the saying was. Lisey still had trouble believing hed been gone for two years. It seemed both longer and the blink of an eye. When Lisey finally got around to making a start at cleaning out his office suite, a long and beautifully lit series of rooms that had once been no more than the loft above a country barn, Amanda had shown up on the third day, after Lisey had finished her inventory of all the foreign editions (there were hundreds) but before she could do more than start listing the furniture, with little stars next to the pieces she thought she ought to keep. She waited for Amanda to ask her why she wasnt moving faster, for heavens sake, but Amanda asked no questions. While Lisey moved from the furniture question to a listless (and day-long) consideration of the cardboard boxes of correspondence stacked in the main closet, Amandas focus seemed to remain on the impressive stacks and piles of memorabilia which ran the length of the studys south wall. She worked her way back and forth along this snakelike accretion, saying little or nothing but jotting frequently in a little notebook she kept near to hand. What Lisey didnt say wasWhat are you looking for?OrWhat are you writing down?As Scott had pointed out on more than one occasion, Lisey had what was surely among the rarest of human talents: she was a business-minder who did not mind too much if you didnt mind yours. As long as you werent making explosives to throw at someone, that was, and in Amandas case, explosives were always a possibility. She was the sort of woman who couldnt help prying, the sort of woman whowouldopen her mouth sooner or later. Her husband had headed south from Rumford, where they had been living (like a couple of wolverines caught in a drainpipe, Scott said after an afternoon visit he vowed never to repeat) in 1985. Her one child, named Intermezzo and called Metzie for short, had gone north to Canada (with a long-haul trucker for a beau) in 1989. One flew north, one flew south, one couldnt shut her everlasting mouth. That had been their fathers rhyme when they were kids, and the one of Dandy Dave Debushers girls who could never shut her everlasting mouth was surely Manda, dumped first by her husband and then by her own daughter. Hard to like as Amanda sometimes was, Lisey hadnt wanted her down there in Rumford on her own; didnt trust her on her own, if it came to that, and although theyd never said so aloud, Lisey was sure Darla and Cantata felt the same. So shed had a talk with Scott, and found the little Cape Cod, whi| I. Lisey and Amanda(Everything the Same) 1 To the public eye, the spouses of well-known writers are all but invisible, and no one knew it better than Lisey Landon. Her husband had won the Pulitzer and the National Book Award, but Lisey had given only one interview in her life. This was for the well-known womens magazine that publishes the column Yes, Im Married toHim!She spent roughly half of its five-hundred-word length explaining that her nickname rhymed with CeeCee. Most of the other half had to do with her recipe for slow-cooked roast beef. Liseys sister Amanda said that the picture accompanying the interview made Lisey look fat. None of Liseys sisters was immune to the pleasures of setting the cat among the pigeons (stirring up a stink had been their fathers phrase for it), or having a good natter about someone elses dirty laundry, but the only one Lisey had a hard time liking was this same Amanda. Eldest (and oddest) of the onetime Debusher girls of Lisbon Falls, Amanda currently lived alone, in a house which Lisey had provided, a small, weather-tight place not too far from Castle View where Lisey, Darla, and Cantata could keep an eye on her. Lisey had bought it for her seven years ago, five before Scott died. Died Young. Died Before His Time, as the saying was. Lisey still had trouble believing hed been gone for two years. It seemed both longer and the blink of an eye. When Lisey finally got around to making a start at cleaning out his office suite, a long and beautifully lit series of rooms that had once been no more than the loft above a country barn, Amanda had shown up on the third day, after Lisey had finished her inventory of all the foreign editions (there were hundreds) but before she could do more than start listing the furniture, with little stars next to the pieces she thought she ought to keep. She waited for Amanda to ask her why she wasnt moving faster, for heavens sake, but Amanda asked no questions. While Lisey moved from the furniture question to a listless (and day-long) consideration of the cardboard boxes of correspondence stacked in the main closet, Amandas focus seemed to remain on the impressive stacks and piles of memorabilia which ran the length of the studys south wall. She worked her way back and forth along this snakelike accretion, saying little or nothing but jotting frequently in a little notebook she kept near to hand. What Lisey didnt say wasWhat are you looking for?OrWhat are you writing down?As Scott had pointed out on more than one occasion, Lisey had what was surely among the rarest of human talents: she was a business-minder who did not mind too much if you didnt mind yours. As long as you werent making explosives to throw at someone, that was, and in Amandas case, explosives were always a possibility. She was the sort of woman who couldnt help prying, the sort of woman whowouldopen her mouth sooner or later. Her husband had headed south from Rumford, where they had been living (like a couple of wolverines caught in a drainpipe, Scott said after an afternoon visit he vowed never to repeat) in 1985. Her one child, named Intermezzo and called Metzie for short, had gone north to Canada (with a long-haul trucker for a beau) in 1989. One flew north, one flew south, one couldnt shut her everlasting mouth. That had been their fathers rhyme when they were kids, and the one of Dandy Dave Debushers girls who could never shut her everlasting mouth was surely Manda, dumped first by her husband and then by her own daughter. Hard to like as Amanda sometimes was, Lisey hadnt wanted her down there in Rumford on her own; didnt trust her on her own, if it came to that, and although theyd never said so aloud, Lisey was sure Darla and Cantata felt the same. So shed had a talk with Scott, and found the little Cape Cod, whi

Author: Stephen King

Language: English

Edition: 1ST

Binding: Hardcover

Pages: 528

Publisher: Scribner

Publication Date: 2006-10-24

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