Écriture : Mémoires d'un métier

At the age of six, the young Stephen King asks his mother if she has ever seen someone die. She describes the fall in Portland of a sailor who fell from the roof of a hotel in the street, adding: "It splattered everywhere (...). And what splattered from him was green. I have never forgotten it." And "the King" to emphasize "Neither have I, Mom." The whole of this book, closer to the essay than the novel, is in the image of this remark: familiar, offbeat, humorous and edifying!