The Long Walk
Richard Bachman, 1979
A hundred teenage boys start walking. The rules are simple, the nation is watching, and only one of them is meant to stop.
Richard Bachman
Richard Bachman was Stephen King: the pseudonym sold modestly until a Washington bookseller, Steve Brown, traced the copyright records and exposed him in 1985.
Feels like dread, death and serenity.
The seductive idea of death as a silent library where nothing is asked of you.
Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth’s wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death.How would that be? Just how would that be? Books by Richard Bachman
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