Salt City Sinner

  Steve paced the halls of his mansion, hands bunched behind his back.

  A WISE INVESTMENT! Business owners! Do they ever shut the fuck up?

Why does Stephen King get a pass on his role as a police apologist? 

  Should we embrace truth or positivity?

  When thoughts pass through your mind, are they your thoughts?

  In two previous posts at Madness Heart Press (“Cops, God, and Stephen King,” posted in one chunk here ), I delved into my long history as a Stephen King fan and touched on a few of the misgivings I’ve had about his recent forays into vaguely horror-adjacent detective fiction, especially his stories featuring the irredeemable Holly Gibney. Holly is, in fact, the name of subject of his newest novel (due on September 5 th ). When I wrote those posts about King and cops/PIs, his cuddly relationship with murderous police officers and self-appointed snoops struck me as a (forgive the pun) novel development. Having now revisited some of King’s 1980s-1990s oeuvre, I now believe that this has been the case all along.