I’ve got to write about Doctor Sleep while I’m still able. It’s The Shining‘s successor, published 37 years after the huge commercial and critical victory of the original (you already know this). It’ll also prove to be one of the biggest creative slumps in King’s vast writing career (you may not know this, although a lukewarm critical reception might have given you an idea). Urgency on my part is required because I finished the book three days ago and it’s already starting trickle out of my consciousness like so much other literary cannon fodder.
I wanted to love this book. Not only because King’s huge hits in the form of 11/22/63 and Under the Dome have proven that his literary legacy won’t just remain in the booming sci-fi heyday of the late seventies, but also because Danny Torrance has so much potential to be a brilliant character. Doctor Sleep doesn’t give Danny the future he deserves, nor the legacy we want.
His pivotal role in The Shining was one of the few examples where a child can be an interesting protagonist. King imbues Danny with the perfect combination of inquisitiveness, courage and fallibility (he does, after all, crawl into that tunnel in the park), whilst his dependencies on his parents and his concerns that they’ll [DIVORCE] seem basic and simplistic. In short, he is a child whose extra-sensory abilities only serve to emphasise his infancy in the face of what he has to deal with.
As an adult, Danny has grown into the role that his father left behind when he died with the Overlook’s destruction. He is an alcoholic (EXPECTED) and drinks to forget the distant (OVERLOOK, GHOSTS) and recent past. The main difference is that whilst Jack’s demons are forced into suppression in trying to save his family, Danny has no dependants and his drinking follows a pattern of self-destruction that seems to have no lasting effect on any fleeting associations.
The well-meaning but awry Danny does develop said-dependants, but you’ll have to read the book if you want to know how that turns out. The thing I want to focus on is the ‘shining’, the ‘sixth sense’ that Doctor Sleep goes a way to try and explain. In attempting to do so, King seems to miss the point.
Danny can read minds, see ghosts and transmit telepathic signals to effect things in the physical world. We know he is not the only one, as Dick Hallorann (his ‘mentor’, of sorts) can do the same but to a lesser extent. Doctor Sleep introduces a world of ‘shiners’ (as I’ll call them) lessening Danny’s gift in this newly discovered psychic hierarchy. The thing is, the ‘shining’ was always the means through which we could properly observe the supernatural. It never really held much interest in itself, because its presence in The Shining only served to illuminate King’s terrifying occupants of the Overlook.
In the present, the ghastly guests of the Overlook are now irrelevant. When the occupant of Room 217 turns up, Danny is able to dismiss her staggering cadaver merely by accessing another facet of his ‘shine’. It is an astoundingly brief dismissal of a supernatural legacy that has resonated for nearly half a century. In a way, this is the biggest example of King’s efforts to shun his label as a horror writer.
More importantly, we were all set for Doctor Sleep to explore the dark future of Daniel Torrance. I wasn’t ready for it to be a compartmentalised, near clinical look at why Danny is the way he is. We’re denied the fragile, isolated man that Danny now is, and instead are given a groomed antihero whose skeletons are out of the closet by the second chapter. King is so keen to give cause and effect in this book that he almost forgets why Danny was so interesting in the first place.
Doctor Sleep is momentarily enjoyable, filled with the little flourishes that make King so important, but it’s ultimately not the legacy that Danny deserves. No, this was never intended to be a sequel to The Shining, but whatever way you look at it, it’s a weak addition to King’s corpus.