In 1972, Steve King taught English in a town in Maine. He was also a writer, selling his stories to small magazines. But he wanted to write a novel—about what? And when would he have the time? He and his wife Tabitha had two-year-old Naomi and baby Joe, and they were getting by.
But he kept writing fragments and ideas. One was about when he worked as a j…
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