Stephen King Writing New Novel Called Joyland

In The Sunday Times author Neil Gaiman interviewed Stephen King and wrote a quick sentence about what project King was currently working on:

“Right now he’s writing a book called Joyland, about an amusement-park serial killer.”

As more information surfaces about the book, I’ll update my readers on the progress of the novel.

The full interview from the UK Sunday Times Magazine can be read below:

“The first time I met Stephen King was in Boston, in 1992. I sat in his hotel suite, met his wife, Tabitha, who is Tabby in conversation, and his then-teenage sons, Joe and Owen, and we talked about writing and about authors, about fans and about fame.

“If I had my life over again,” said King. “I’d have done everything the same. Even the bad bits. But I wouldn’t have done the American Express ‘Do You Know Me?’ TV ad. After that, everyone in America knew what I looked like.” He was tall and dark-haired, and Joe and Owen looked like younger clones of their father.

The next time I met Stephen King, in 2002, he pulled me up on stage to play kazoo with the Rock Bottom Remainders, a ramshackle assemblage of authors who can play instruments and sing and, in the case of author Amy Tan, impersonate a dominatrix while singing Nancy Sinatra’s These Boots are Made For Walkin’. Afterwards we talked in the tiny toilet in the back of the theatre, the only place King could smoke a furtive cigarette. He seemed frail, then, and grey, only recently recovered from a long stay in hospital after being hit by an idiot in a van, and the hospital infections that had followed it. He grumbled about the pain of walking downstairs. I worried about him, then.

And now, another decade, and when King comes out of the parking bay in the Sarasota Key to greet me, he’s looking good. He’s no longer frail. He is 64 and he looks younger than he did a decade ago.

Stephen King’s house in Bangor, Maine is gothic and glorious. I know this although I have never been there. I have seen photographs on the internet. It looks like the sort of place that somebody like Stephen King ought to live and work. There are wrought iron bats and gargoyles on the gates.


Stephen King’s house near Sarasota, Florida, on the other hand, on a strand of land on the edge of the sea lined with big houses, is ugly. And not endearingly ugly. It’s a long block of concrete and glass, like an enormous shoebox, It was built, explains Tabby, by a man who built shopping malls, out of the materials of a shopping mall. It’s like an Apple store’s idea of a McMansion, and not pretty. But once you are inside the glass window-walls have a perfect view over the sand and the sea, and there’s a gargantuan blue metal doorway that dissolves into nothingness and stars in one corner of the garden, and inside there are paintings and sculptures, and, most important, there’s King’s office. It has two desks in it. A nice desk, with a view, and an unimpressive desk with a computer on it, with a battered, much sat-upon chair facing away from the window.

That’s the desk that King sits at every day, and it is where he writes. Right now he’s writing a book called Joyland, about an amusement park serial killer. Below the window is a patch of well-fenced land, with an enormous African spurred tortoise nosing around in it, like a monstrous ambulatory rock.

My first encounter with Stephen King, long before I met him in the flesh, was on East Croydon station in about 1975. I was fourteen. I picked up a book with an all-black cover. It was called Salem’s Lot. It was King’s second novel; I’d missed the first, Carrie, about a teenage girl with psychic powers. I stayed up late finishing Salem’s Lot, loving the Dickensian portrait of a small American town destroyed by the arrival of a vampire. After that I bought everything King wrote as it came out. Some books were great, some weren’t. It was okay. I trusted him.

Carrie was the book that King started and abandoned, and which Tabby King pulled out of the waste paper basket, read and encouraged him to finish. They were poor, and then King sold Carrie, and everything changed, and he kept writing.

Driving down to Florida I listened, for over thirty hours, to the audiobook of King’s time travel novel, 11/22/63. It’s about a High school English teacher (as King was, when he wrote Carrie) who goes back from 2011 to 1958, via a wormhole in time located in the stockroom of an ancient diner, with a mission to save John F. Kennedy from Lee Harvey Oswald. It is, as always with King, the kind of fiction that forces you to care what happens, page after page. It has elements of horror, but they exist almost as a condiment for something that’s partly a tightly researched historical novel, partly a love-story, and always a musing on the nature of time and the past.

Given the hugeness of King’s career, it is difficult to describe anything he does as an anomaly. He exists on the border of popular fiction (and, on occasion, non-fiction). His career (writers do not have careers, most of us. We just write the next book) is peculiarly teflon. He’s a popular novelist, which used to be, perhaps still is, a description of the author of a certain type of book: one that will repay you for reading it in pleasure and in plot. But not just a popular novelist: It does not matter what he writes, it seems, he is always “a horror writer”. I wonder if that frustrates him.

“It doesn’t. I have my family, and they are all okay. We have enough money to buy food and have things. Yesterday, we had a meeting of the King Foundation (the private foundation King funds that gives to many charitable causes). My sister-in-law, Stephanie, she organizes it and we all sit down and give away money. That’s frustrating. Every year we give away the same money to different people… it’s like chucking money into a hole. That’s frustrating.

I never thought of myself as a horror writer. That’s what other people think. I never said jack shit about it. Tabby came from nothing, I came from nothing, we were terrified that they would take this thing away from us. So if the people wanted to say “You’re this”, as long as the books sold, that was fine. I thought, I am going to zip my lip and write what I wanted to write.” Then his book of four short stories, Different Seasons, which included a prison story, “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption”, a tale based on King’s childhood called “The Body,” and two others, got great reviews. “That was the first time that people thought, woah, this isn’t really a horror thing.

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Still not everyone was convinced. “I was down here in the supermarket, and this old woman comes around the corner. She said, ‘I know who you are, you are the horror writer. I don’t read anything that you do, but I respect your right to do it. I just like things more genuine, like that Shawshank Redemption.’ “And I said, ‘I wrote that’. And she said, ‘No you didn’t’. And she walked off and went on her way.”

It happens, over and over. It happened when he published Misery, his chronicle of toxic fandom, it happened with Bag of Bones, his gothic ghost story about a novelist, with nods to Du Maurier’s Rebecca. It happened when he was inducted into the National Book Foundation’s Medal for Contribution to American Letters.

We’re sitting by the pool in a smaller house the Kings bought as a guest house for their family. Joe King, who writes under the name of Joe Hill, is staying there. He still looks like his dad, and now has a successful career of his own as a writer of books and graphic novels. He carries his iPad everywhere he goes. Joe and I are friends.

In Bag of Bones, Stephen King has an author who stops writing but keeps publishing stockpiled books. I wonder how long his publishers could keep his death a secret?

King grins. “Somebody told me that every year Danielle Steel wrote three books and published two, and I knew Agatha Christie had squirreled a couple away, to put a final bow on her career. As of right now, if I died and everybody kept it a secret, it would go on until 2013. There’s a new Dark Tower novel, The Wind in the Keyhole.That comes out soon, and Dr Sleep is done. So if I got hit by a taxi cab, like Margaret Mitchell… Joyland wouldn’t be done but Joe could finish it, in a breeze. His style is almost indistinguishable from mine. His ideas are better than mine. Being around Joe is like being next to a Catherine Wheel throwing off sparks, all these ideas. I do want to slow down. My agent is dickering with the publishers about Dr Sleep, that’s the sequel to The Shining, but I held off showing them the manuscript because I wanted time to breathe.”

Why would he write a sequel to The Shining? I do not tell him how much that book scared me when I was sixteen, nor how much I loved and at the same time was disappointed by the Kubrick movie.

“I did it because it was such a cheesed-off thing to do. To say you were going back to the book that was really popular and write the sequel. People read it as kids; then as adults they might read the sequel and think, this isn’t as good. The challenge is, maybe it can be as good – or different. It gives you something to push up against. [And] I wanted to see what would happen to Danny Torrence when he grew up. I knew that he would be a drunk because his father was a drunk. I thought, okay, I’ll start with Danny Torrence at age forty. He is going to be one of those people who says ‘I am never going to be like my father. Then you wake up at 37 or 38 and you’re a drunk. Then I thought, what kind of a life does that person like that have? He’ll do a bunch of low-bottom jobs, he’ll get canned, and now, I really want him to be in a hospice worker because he has the shining and he can help people get across as they die. They call him Dr Sleep, and they know to call for him when the cat goes into their room and sits on their bed. This was writing about the guy who rides the bus, and he’s eating in a McDonalds, or on a special night out maybe Red Lobster. We are not talking about a guy who goes to [the upscale restaurant] Sardi’s.”

Stephen and Tabitha met in the stacks of the University of Maine library in 1967, and they married in 1971. He couldn’t get a teaching position when he graduated, so he worked in an industrial laundromat, and pumped gas, and worked as a janitor, supplementing his meagre income with occasional stories, mostly horror, sold to men’s magazines with names like Cavalier. They were dirt poor. They lived in a trailer, and King wrote at a makeshift desk between the washer and the dryer. All that changed in 1974, with the paperback sale of Carrie for $200,000. I wonder how long it has been since King has stopped worrying about money.

He thinks for a moment. “1985. For a long time Tabby understood that we didn’t have to worry about these things. I didn’t. I was convinced they would take all this away from me, and I was going to be living with three kids in a rental house again, that it was just too good to be true. Around about 1985 I started to relax and think, ‘This is good, this is going to be okay’.

“And even now this” (he gestures, taking in the swimming pool, the guest house, the Florida Key and all the McMansions) “”is all very strange to me, even though [we’re only here for] three months of the year. Where we live in Maine is one of the poorest counties. A lot of the people we see and hang with cut wood for a living, drive trash, that sort of thing. I don’t want to say I have the common touch, but I am just a common person, and I have this one talent that I use.

“Nothing bores me more than to be in New York and have a dinner in a big fancy restaurant, where you have to sit for three fucking hours. You know and people will have drinks before, wine after, then three courses, then they want coffee and all the rest of this crap. My idea of what’s good is to drive here and go to Waffle House, get a couple of eggs and waffle. When I see the first Waffle House, I know I’m in the South. That’s good.

“They pay me absurd amounts of money,” he observes, “For something that I would do for free.”.

Stephen King’s father went out for cigarettes when King was four, and never came back, leaving King to be brought up by his mother. Steve and Tabby have three children: Naomi, a Unitarian minister; Joe and Owen, both writers. Joe is finishing his third novel. Owen’s first novel is coming out in 2013. I wonder about distance and change. How easy is it to write about characters who are working blue-collar jobs in 2012?

“It is definitely harder. When I wrote Carrie and Salem’s Lot, I was one step away from manual labour. It’s also true that when you have small children of a certain age, it is easy to write about them because you observe them and you have them in your life all the time. But your kids grow up. It is harder for me to write about this little twelve year old girl in Dr Sleep than it ever was for me to talk about five year old Danny Torrence because I had Joe as a model for Danny. I don’t mean that Joe has the shining like Danny but I knew who he was, how he played, what he wanted to do and all that stuff. But look, here’s the bottom line: if I can imagine Magic Doors then surely I can still put my imagination to work and go: look, this is what it’s like to work a ten hour day in a blue collar job.”

We’re doing the writer thing, now: talking about how we do what we do, making things up for a living, and as a vocation. His next book, The Wind in the Keyhole, is a Dark Tower novel, part of a sequence that King plotted and began when he was little more than a teenager. He only finished it spurred on by his assistants, Marsha and Julie, who were tired of fielding fan letters asking when the story would be completed.

Stephen King is a character in the fifth and sixth Dark Tower books, and Stephen King the non-fictional author is wondering whether to take him out on the next draft. I told him about the peculiarity of researching the story I was working on, that everything I needed, fictionally, was waiting for me when I went looking for it. He nods in agreement.

“Absolutely – you reach out and it’s there. The time that it happened the clearest was when Ralph, my agent then, said to me ‘This is a bit crazy, but do you have any kind of idea for something that could be a serialized novel like Dickens used to do?’, and I had a story that was sort of struggling for air. That was The Green Mile. I stayed ahead of the publication schedule pretty comfortably. Because…” he hesitates, tries to explain in a way that doesn’t sound foolish, “…every time I needed something that something was right there to hand.

“When John Coffey goes to jail – he was going to be executed for murdering the two girls. I knew that he didn’t do it, but I didn’t know that the guy who did do it was going to be there, didn’t know anything about how it happened, but when I wrote it, it was all just there for me. You just take it. Everything just fits together like it existed before.

“I never think of stories as made things; I think of them as found things. As if you pull them out of the ground, and you just pick them up. Someone once told me that that was me low-balling my own creativity. But still, on the story I am working on now, I do have some unresolved problems. It doesn’t keep me awake at nights. I feel like when it comes down, it will be there…”

King writes every day. If he doesn’t write he’s not happy. If he writes, the world is a good place. So he writes. It’s that simple. “I sit down maybe at quarter past eight in the morning and I work until quarter to twelve and for that period of time, everything is real. And then it just clicks off. I think I probably write about 1200 to 1500 words. It’s six pages.”

I start to tell King my theory, that when people in the far future want to get an idea of how things felt between 1973 and today, they’ll look to King. He’s a master of reflecting the world that he sees, and recording it on the page. The rise and fall of the VCR, the arrival of Google and smartphones. It’s all in there, behind the monsters and the night, making them more real. King is sanguine. “You can’t tell what is going to last, what’s not going to last.

Authors populate the cracks in a conversation with Stephen King. And, I realize, all of them are, or were, popular authors, people whose work was read, and read with enjoyment, by millions. “You know what’s bizarre? I did the Savannah Book Fair last week…. This is happening to me more and more. I walked out and I got a standing ovation from all these people, and it’s creepy… either you’ve become a cultural icon, or they are applauding the fact that you are not dead yet.”

I tell him about the first time I ever saw a standing ovation in America. It was for Julie Andrews in Minneapolis on a try out tour on Victor/Victoria. It was not very good, but she got a standing ovation for being Julie Andrews. “That’s so dangerous, though. I want people to like the work, not me.”

And the lifetime achievement awards? “It makes them happy to give they to me. And they go out in the shed, but the people don’t know that.” Then Tabby King turns up to tell us that it is time for dinner, and, she adds, back at the big house the gargantuan African Spurred Tortoise had just been discovered trying to rape a rock.”

Following up on Neil Gaimain’s interview in the Sunday Times mentioning a new novel to be titled Joyland about an amusement park serial killer, Stephen King has officially reported that this is indeed a work in progress that has been completed but will need to be edited. There is no official publisher or publication date set at this time.

Published by Larry Fire

I write an eclectic pop culture blog called THE FIRE WIRE that features articles about books, comics, music, movies, television, gadgets, posters, toys & more!

3 thoughts on “Stephen King Writing New Novel Called Joyland

  1. Interesting to see how King’s career has played out over the course of decades. I think writers like King and Dan Simmons simply write the stories in their heads without regard to genre, and leave the categorizing to publishers, marketers and sometimes fans. It’s a tricky approach, but one with a great deal of freedom. And I admire their courage for approaching their work in that way.

  2. i love this page i brought a huge burst of energy. i love every book he’s ever written i’m only 14 and i have every novel he’s ever written

  3. It’s nice to see King experiencing a great third act (11/22/63, and the forthcoming DOCTOR SLEEP and JOYLAND)! Great interview. (Bummer about Simmons, mentioned above, who hasn’t written a great novel since 2001 — THE TERROR was at least better than the rest of the awfulness he’s produced in the past 13 years. GO KING!

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