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11/22/63: A Novel Kindle Edition with Audio/Video
Winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize
Soon to be a miniseries from Hulu starring James Franco
This enhanced ebook edition contains a 13-minute film, written and narrated by Stephen King and enhanced with historic footage from CBS News, that will take you back—as King’s novel does—to Kennedy era America.
On November 22, 1963, three shots rang out in Dallas, President Kennedy died, and the world changed. What if you could change it back? Stephen King’s heart-stoppingly dramatic new novel is about a man who travels back in time to prevent the JFK assassination—a thousand page tour de force.
Following his massively successful novel Under the Dome, King sweeps readers back in time to another moment—a real life moment—when everything went wrong: the JFK assassination. And he introduces readers to a character who has the power to change the course of history.
Jake Epping is a thirty-five-year-old high school English teacher in Lisbon Falls, Maine, who makes extra money teaching adults in the GED program. He receives an essay from one of the students—a gruesome, harrowing first person story about the night 50 years ago when Harry Dunning’s father came home and killed his mother, his sister, and his brother with a hammer. Harry escaped with a smashed leg, as evidenced by his crooked walk.
Not much later, Jake’s friend Al, who runs the local diner, divulges a secret: his storeroom is a portal to 1958. He enlists Jake on an insane—and insanely possible—mission to try to prevent the Kennedy assassination. So begins Jake’s new life as George Amberson and his new world of Elvis and JFK, of big American cars and sock hops, of a troubled loner named Lee Harvey Oswald and a beautiful high school librarian named Sadie Dunhill, who becomes the love of Jake’s life – a life that transgresses all the normal rules of time.
A tribute to a simpler era and a devastating exercise in escalating suspense, 11/22/63 is Stephen King at his epic best.
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- Publication dateNovember 8, 2011
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'America's greatest living novelist.' -- Lee Child
'King's gift of storytelling is unrivalled. His ferocious imagination is unlimited.' -- George Pelecanos
'King's most purely entertaining novel in years ... utterly compelling.' -- John Connolly on UNDER THE DOME
'Staggeringly addictive.' -- USA Today on UNDER THE DOME
'Tight and energetic from start to finish.' -- New York Times on UNDER THE DOME
'The pedal is indeed to the metal.' -- Guardian on UNDER THE DOME
'Delivers a lot of praise and enjoy. The story comes off the blocks with almost alarming speed ... he tells a story like a pro ... 11.22.63 kept me up all night.' -- Daily Telegraph
'Stephen King at his epic, pedal-to-metal best' -- Alison Flood, Sunday Times, Culture
'Not just an accomplished time-travel yarn but an action-heavy meditation on chance, choice and fate.' -- Independent Books of the Year
'The details of Fifties America, the cars, the clothes, the food, the televisions with wonky horizontal hold, are so vivid that you begin to wonder whether the author himself hasn't had access to a time machine. ...But as you worry at the paradoxes and the brilliantly explained pseudo science there is no denying that this monster yearn is blindingly impressive. Manly writers run out of steam as they get older. King, though, writes books that are ever longer and more demanding. I can't wait to see what he will tackle next.' -- Daily Express
'Stephen King's new novel, 11.22.63, combines a variety of genres, being a JFK assassination, a story of time travel, a variation on the grail quest, a novel of voyeurism, a love story, a historical novel, a counter-factual historical novel and the chilling tale of a sinister animate universe, a form which can be traced back to the ghost stories of MR James.' -- London Review of Books
'The master of the pen has written yet another extraordinary novel.' -- Independent
'Perhaps only seasoned storyteller Stephen King could accomplish changing the course of history in his vast time-travelling masterpiece whilst effortlessly weaving political and social details with abundant humour. King's intriguing new story structure will surely catapult the author to another best-seller.' -- The Australian Women's Weekly
'These early sections of the novel are almost irresistible entertaining, enlivened not just by King's supreme control of the form but by his sardonic wit and usual generosity of spirit and expansiveness. Yet as Jack/George moves closer to his goal, other, darker notes intrude, as time itself begins to resist his attempts to change its course, and as he begins to identify with his quarry... Beneath the reassuring glow of King's portrait of an earlier, simpler time moves a darker and less comfortable vision, a glimpse of the terrifying machinery that moves below the surface of human history, and which stands as a stark, chilling rejoinder to the fantasies of escape embodied in so many time travel stories.' -- The Weekend Australia
'Mammoth but entertaining, this is part sci-fi, part suspense and part travelogue of a long-ago America.' -- Who Weekly
'Stephen King is a remarkable and wonderful storyteller who never loosens his grip on the reader throughout the 750-page book.' -- Woman's Day
'The novel is big, ambitious and haunting. King has probably absorbed the social, political, and popular culture of his baby-boom American generation as thoroughly and imaginatively as any other writer.' -- Mildura Midweek
'King weaves the social, political and popular culture of his baby-boom American generation into a devastating exercise in escalating suspense.' -- Daily Liberal
'A fascinating journey.' -- Armidale Express Extra
'A delightful blend of history and fantasy by a man who has always had a soft spot for an America where men wore fedoras, drove big Fords and could do the foxtrot. A thriller by a genius writer.' -- The Courier Mail
'People often complain there are no writers of the stature of Dickens anymore. I think that for pure energy and invention missed with compassion, King stands in that writer's direct line. Dickens' heir is alive and well and living in Maine.' -- Eureka Street
'This is Stephen King in top and chilling form.' -- Take 5
'You have to take a leap of faith with time-travel novels, but if there's one writer who can pull it off, it's Stephen King. ... Captivating, surprisingly pacy and free from sci-fi cliche, it's no wonder the film version is already being planned.' -- Shortlist
'The most remarkable story-teller in modern American literature.' -- Mark Lawson,The Guardian
'A powerful love story' -- Mirror
'One of the strengths of the book is King's at once nostalgic and honest view of the end of the Eisenhower era. King manages to avoid both sentimentalizing the past and treating it with massive condescension; his role as the poet of American brand-names serves him well here.' -- Independen
'King swiftly moves beyond vintage Americana to unfold a stunningly panoramic portrait of the era. His [King's] fascination with evil...arranges characters among clear mortal frontiers that fell meaningful rather than simplistic. King commands an inordinately fat space on the bookshelf with 11.22.63 but it's hard to begrudge when his vast imagination is working across such an epic canvas.' -- Seven, The Sunday Telegraph
'11.22.63 marks a definite maturing of literary command and ambition. The key to any novel set in an alternate reality is credible world building, the steady accumulation of detail - preferably lightly distributed - that brings the story alive. King succeeds in this, partly drawing from his own memories.' -- Adam LeBor FT Weekend
'...This is the American of Stephen King's childhood and it's one that he re-creates in vivid and loving detail... This is a truly compulsive, addictive novel not just about time-travel or the Kennedy assassination but about recent American history and its might-have-beens, about love, and about how life 'turns on a dime'. It's a thunking 700-pager which left me only wanting more. The master storyteller in truly masterful form.' -- Daily Mail
'Stephen King is up there with the best. It's a thriller, a meditation on late Fifties and early Sixties America and a love story. It creates a world you can lose yourself in.' -- Peter Robinson in the Sunday Express
'He writes incomparably good stories ... King's mastery of plot and his ability to create characters and situations both homespun and far-fetched means that this is the book you dream of getting stuck on the train home with.' -- Independent on Sunday
'The fictional offering that engaged me most urgently ... an extraordinarily ambitious tale.' -- Canberra City News
'A suspenseful drama.' -- New Idea (Australia
'Time travel and an incredible talent for storytelling combine to produce a unique tour de force.' -- Sun
'A book of the year.' -- Sun
'Cleverly evokes the moral dilemmas of time travel and whether a time traveller could or should prevent the assassination of John F. Kennedy on 11.22.63. King also beautifully and nostalgically evokes the minutiae of American suburban life in the late 1950's.' -- Canberra Times
'King's first effort at melding fact with fiction is as successful as his previous books, and perhaps even more intriguing considering the subject matter: time travel and the implications of change. A contemplative and thoughtful book as filled with heart as it is with intrigue, courtesy of one of our most gifted living writers.' -- Australian Penthouse
'Legendary writer King has written another magical tome.' -- People (Australia)
'The proof that King is an absolute master of the ambitious, imaginative novel shouts from every page.' -- Good Book Guide
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On Monday, March 25, Lee came walking up Neely Street carrying a long package wrapped in brown paper. Peering through a tiny crack in the curtains, I could see the words REGISTERED and INSURED stamped on it in big red letters. For the first time I thought he seemed furtive and nervous, actually looking around at his exterior surroundings instead of at the spooky furniture deep in his head. I knew what was in the package: a 6.5mm Carcano rifle—also known as a Mannlicher-Carcano—complete with scope, purchased from Klein’s Sporting Goods in Chicago. Five minutes after he climbed the outside stairs to the second floor, the gun Lee would use to change history was in a closet above my head. Marina took the famous pictures of him holding it just outside my living room window six days later, but I didn’t see it. That was a Sunday, and I was in Jodie. As the tenth grew closer, those weekends with Sadie had become the most important, the dearest, things in my life.
9
I came awake with a jerk, hearing someone mutter “Still not too late” under his breath. I realized it was me and shut up.
Sadie murmured some thick protest and turned over in bed. The familiar squeak of the springs locked me in place and time: the Candlewood Bungalows, April 5, 1963. I fumbled my watch from the nightstand and peered at the luminous numbers. It was quarter past two in the morning, which meant it was actually the sixth of April.
Still not too late.
Not too late for what? To back off, to let well enough alone? Or bad enough, come to that? The idea of backing off was attractive, God knew. If I went ahead and things went wrong, this could be my last night with Sadie. Ever.
Even if you do have to kill him, you don’t have to do it right away.
True enough. Oswald was going to relocate to New Orleans for awhile after the attempt on the general’s life—another shitty apartment, one I’d already visited—but not for two weeks. That would give me plenty of time to stop his clock. But I sensed it would be a mistake to wait very long. I might find reasons to keep on waiting. The best one was beside me in this bed: long, lovely, and smoothly naked. Maybe she was just another trap laid by the obdurate past, but that didn’t matter, because I loved her. And I could envision a scenario—all too clearly—where I’d have to run after killing Oswald. Run where? Back to Maine, of course. Hoping I could stay ahead of the cops just long enough to get to the rabbit-hole and escape into a future where Sadie Dunhill would be . . . well . . . about eighty years old. If she were alive at all. Given her cigarette habit, that would be like rolling six the hard way.
I got up and went to the window. Only a few of the bungalows were occupied on this early-spring weekend. There was a mud- or manure-splattered pickup truck with a trailer full of what looked like farm implements behind it. An Indian motorcycle with a sidecar. A couple of station wagons. And a two-tone Plymouth Fury. The moon was sliding in and out of thin clouds and it wasn’t possible to make out the color of the car’s lower half by that stuttery light, but I was pretty sure I knew what it was, anyway.
I pulled on my pants, undershirt, and shoes. Then I slipped out of the cabin and walked across the courtyard. The chilly air bit at my bed-warm skin, but I barely felt it. Yes, the car was a Fury, and yes, it was white over red, but this one wasn’t from Maine or Arkansas; the plate was Oklahoma, and the decal in the rear window read GO, SOONERS. I peeked in and saw a scatter of textbooks. Some student, maybe headed south to visit his folks on spring break. Or a couple of horny teachers taking advantage of the Candlewood’s liberal guest policy.
Just another not-quite-on-key chime as the past harmonized with itself. I touched the trunk, as I had back in Lisbon Falls, then returned to the bungalow. Sadie had pushed the sheet down to her waist, and when I came in, the draft of cool air woke her up. She sat, holding the sheet over her breasts, then let it drop when she saw it was me.
“Can’t sleep, honey?”
“I had a bad dream and went out for some air.”
“What was it?”
I unbuttoned my jeans, kicked off my loafers. “Can’t remember.”
“Try. My mother always used to say if you tell your dreams, they won’t come true.”
I got into bed with her wearing nothing but my undershirt. “My mother used to say if you kiss your honey, they won’t come true.”
“Did she actually say that?”
“No.”
“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “it sounds possible. Let’s try it.”
We tried it.
One thing led to another.
10
Afterward, she lit a cigarette. I lay watching the smoke drift up and turn blue in the occasional moonlight coming through the half-drawn curtains. I’d never leave the curtains that way at Neely Street, I thought. At Neely Street, in my other life, I’m always alone but still careful to close them all the way. Except when I’m peeking, that is. Lurking.
Just then I didn’t like myself very much.
“George?”
I sighed. “That’s not my name.”
“I know.”
I looked at her. She inhaled deeply, enjoying her cigarette guiltlessly, as people do in the Land of Ago. “I don’t have any inside information, if that’s what you’re thinking. But it stands to reason. The rest of your past is made up, after all. And I’m glad. I don’t like George all that much. It’s kind of . . . what’s that word you use sometimes? . . . kind of dorky.”
“How does Jake suit you?”
“As in Jacob?”
“Yes.”
“I like it.” She turned to me. “In the Bible, Jacob wrestled an angel. And you’re wrestling, too. Aren’t you?”
“I suppose I am, but not with an angel.” Although Lee Oswald didn’t make much of a devil, either. I liked George de Mohren--schildt better for the devil role. In the Bible, Satan’s a tempter who makes the offer and then stands aside. I hoped de Mohrenschildt was like that.
Sadie snubbed her cigarette. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were dark. “Are you going to be hurt?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you going away? Because if you have to go away, I’m not sure I can stand it. I would have died before I said it when I was there, but Reno was a nightmare. Losing you for good . . .” She shook her head slowly. “No, I’m not sure I could stand that.”
“I want to marry you,” I said.
“My God,” she said softly. “Just when I’m ready to say it’ll never happen, Jake-alias-George says right now.”
“Not right now, but if the next week goes the way I hope it does . . . will you?”
“Of course. But I do have to ask one teensy question.”
“Am I single? Legally single? Is that what you want to know?”
She nodded.
“I am,” I said.
She let out a comic sigh and grinned like a kid. Then she sobered. “Can I help you? Let me help you.”
The thought turned me cold, and she must have seen it. Her lower lip crept into her mouth. She bit down on it with her teeth. “That bad, then,” she said musingly.
“Let’s put it this way: I’m currently close to a big machine full of sharp teeth, and it’s running full speed. I won’t allow you next to me while I’m monkeying with it.”
“When is it?” she asked. “Your . . . I don’t know . . . your date with destiny?”
“Still to be determined.” I had a feeling that I’d said too much already, but since I’d come this far, I decided to go a little farther. “Something’s going to happen this Wednesday night. Something I have to witness. Then I’ll decide.”
“Is there no way I can help you?”
“I don’t think so, honey.”
“If it turns out I can—”
“Thanks,” I said. “I appreciate that. And you really will marry me?”
“Now that I know your name is Jake? Of course.”
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Stephen King is the author of more than fifty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His first crime thriller featuring Bill Hodges, MR MERCEDES, won the Edgar Award for best novel and was shortlisted for the CWA Gold Dagger Award. Both MR MERCEDES and END OF WATCH received the Goodreads Choice Award for the Best Mystery and Thriller of 2014 and 2016 respectively.
King co-wrote the bestselling novel Sleeping Beauties with his son Owen King, and many of King's books have been turned into celebrated films and television series including The Shawshank Redemption, Gerald's Game and It.
King was the recipient of America's prestigious 2014 National Medal of Arts and the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for distinguished contribution to American Letters. In 2007 he also won the Grand Master Award from the Mystery Writers of America. He lives with his wife Tabitha King in Maine.
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let's face it, if you have a hardcover and a paperback on the best-seller lists for decades, some of them have to clunkers, like Christine and The Tommyknockers, which he self-admittedly wrote in a coke-fueled frenzy. King said he was going to give up writing novels since his horrendous car accident, but he seems to be more prolific than ever.
11/22/63 starts out as a poetic, Bradybury-esque, finely-observed evocation of King's 50s Maine boyhood with tons of good period detail, then turns into a page-turning thriller about whether the protagonist can stop Oswald before it's too late. King, or his researchers, really did their homework. the novel is chockfull of fascinating information about Lee's marriage, his slum housing, his pathetic career, how he beat his Russian wife Marina and his lonely, oddball Marxism in reactionary Texas. there are street addresses, job sites, a chronology of when Lee married Marina, the name of the ship they on which they sailed back to America, a chronology of his peregrinations through Forth Worth, Dallas and New Orleans.
no spoilers here, but the conclusion verges on the ridiculous. time-travel stories, with few exceptions, tend to fall apart because there are just too many possible contradictions. King posits that each time you visit the past, it creates a new "thread"--the same idea William Gibson uses in his more obscure The Peripherals, in which you can't figure out what's going on until about two-thirds of the way in.
guess this is the "in" thinking on time travel these days, which I personally think is impossible because of the second law of thermodynamics--highly organized systems tend towards entropy--so time is a one-way arrow, at least in our dimension. if other dimensions do exist, all bets are off, but nobody yet has given an explanation of how they work, so time travel stories are pure conjecture. H.G. Wells never even addressed multidimensionality in his groundbreaking Time Machine, but his images of the fluttering effect of day and night as time sped by was so cool. in general, I find time-travel stories and movies like "The Butterfly Effect" not be entertaining, because the creator is in charge of all the rules, and you can't second-guess him or gainsay him. can you exist in the same time frame as your past self? does the butterfly effect have consequences on everything you do? who's to say? it only works when it's truly clever Marty McFly's solo in Back to the Future, when he starts out with a Chuck Berry lick and traces the history of the electric guitar all the way up to Hendrix in front of a stunned high-school audience. truly lol.
this ground has been gone over many times, many ways, but it's worth mentioning simply because King dismisses it entirely in the context of a 1,000 page novel. it's plain almost from the git-go that King buys into the lone nut theory of the JFK assassination, which even as a child I thought made no sense, simply because of the ballistics.
bullet entry wounds are small and exit wounds are big--it's an inviolable physical law. the bullet enters making a tiny hole because of its high velocity and the permeability of human flesh and bone, does a lot of internal damage and thus blows out a big chunk of flesh as it exits. JFK's case was just the reverse, according to the official story. the entry wound did all the damage, blowing off the top off his skull like a pumpkin. in a blind panic, Jackie even tried to retrieve pieces of her husband's skull and brains from atop the trunk of the Lincoln. the exit wound was tiny, more like a bullet hole.
furthermore, his necktie was nicked, which may indicate that the bullet entered through his throat and blew out the back of his head, which makes more sense physically. of course the only existing film frame is ambiguous, but kennedy's head does appear to snap backwards, rather than forwards, more consistent with a front-entry wound than a shot from above.
imagine if it the killing had occurred in today's era of full television coverage, multiple surveillance cameras and innumerable cell phones with video capacity!
the so-called "pristine bullet" is pure baloney from a ballistics perspective. no bullet could have penetrated as much flesh as the Warren Commission claimed it did--passing through Gov. Connally's chest, wrist and injuring his thigh without showing some ( a lot of, actually) deformity, yet the Warren exhibit bullet was as clean as if it had just popped out of the rifle magazine. it happened to be found in mint condition by some spook at Parkland Memorial.
King addresses none of that, yet still spins a pretty good yarn, as is his forte. King's style frequently verges on being sloppy, scatological and overly reliant on a tin ear for the true vernacular. he uses slang and specializes in regional pronunciation, but it's not an insight into American speech like Huckleberry Finn or The Sun Also Rises.
he's just not anywhere in the same league, and is overrated by publications like The New Yorker and Esquire for being so, just because his name on the cover is guaranteed to sell copies. where's the symbolism, the subtext, the philosophical framework? there ain't one, pal.
nonetheless, King remains one of best pure storytellers working in American letters today, no mean feat in itself, and one which snobbish literary critics tend to overlook. honestly, have you tried to wade through some of the works by the giants, like Henry James? it takes him half a page just to say the characters moved from one place to another. talk about lack of pacing! what a snooze! that style may have been alright at the turn of the century, when people had the time for a four-hour opera, but Hemingway threw that all out the window going on a century ago, and now we are even more distracted with electronic communication, IMs and texting. if the medium is the message, the computer is going to have a more radical impact on reading than the Gutenberg press did.
in the unfortunately titled 11/22/63, which may have contributed to its lack of wider public recognition, King glances upon larger conspiracy theories, like the mob connections of Jack Ruby and Louisiana crime boss Carlos Marcello, but draws no conclusions from them. also, Oswald may have been "sheep-dipped" to look like a Red, and was actually being run by somebody. it was far too easy for him to get into the USSR and return to the USA with no impedance at the apex of cold-war tensions. Ruby's murder of Oswald on live television goes back all the way to the Romans, assassinate the assassins so there is no trail to who was really behind it. even if Oswald did act alone, which as King says is an Occam's Razor that cuts straight across many confusing variables, it does not mean that his motives have been explained or if someone was in fact running him. conveniently, he never testified in a court of law.
to his credit, King does cast a shadow on the role of Hoover and the DPD, who plainly bungled the case. Hoover hated JFK, and quashed myriad death threats originating from dallas before the assassination. the FBI even had a tail on Oswald, but did not follow through. this fact is used to good effect in our hero's fate in 11/22/63.
my advice is to put aside your personal beliefs about who did--whether it was the biggest coverup since the Manhattan Project, or some schnook on his lunch hour happened to get off a lucky shot and pop the Prez--and just enjoy the ride. it's a good one.
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I would recommend it.
King has a habit of latching onto a word and using it several times in a story. A past favourite of his was "cacophony". In this book, the word was "obdurate". He vastly overused this word to the point that it was laughable, and then just annoying.
I was initially attracted to reading 22/11/63 because it dealt with time travel. I loved King's descriptions of what it was like in the the US in the late 1950's. An additional bonus of the book was how well King researched Lee Harvey Oswald. I learned a lot about Oswald and the assassination of JFK.
The story was interesting and had several subplots to keep things moving but there were some aspects of the story that were a bit weak. Events and action were rapidly thrown into the last portion of the book as if to hurriedly wrap things up. I found I started to lose interest towards the end.
Was this book the same caliber as The Stand, The Green Mile, the Dead Zone? No, however overall I did enjoy 22/11/63 and would say it was worth reading.
An entertaining read as well