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CARRIE

‘SALEMS’ LOT

THE

SHINING

Stephen King

DOUBLEDAY

NEW YORK LONDON TORONTO SYDNEY AUCKLAND

This is for Joe Hill King, who shines on.

My editor on this book, as on the previous two, was Mr.

William G. Thompson, a man of wit and good sense. His

contribution to this book has been large, and for it, my thanks

S.K.

Some of the most beautiful

resort hotels in the world

are located in Colorado, but

the hotel in these pages

is based on none of them.

The Overlook and the people

associated with it exist

wholly within

the author's

imagination.

It was in this apartment, also, that there stood . . . a gigantic clock

of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy,

monotonous clang; and when . . . the hour was to be stricken, there

came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear

and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a

note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of

the orchestra were constrained to pause . . . to hearken to the

sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and

there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and; while

the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest

grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over

their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the

echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the

assembly . . . and [they] smiled as if at their own nervousness . . .

and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next

chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion;

and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes . . . there came yet

another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert

and tremulousness and meditation as before.

But in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel .

. .

E. A. Poe

"The Masque of the Red Death"

The sleep of reason breeds monsters.

Goya

It'll shine when it shines

Folk Saying

P A R T O N E

Prefatory Matters

<< 1 >>

JOB INTERVIEW

Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick.

Ullman stood five-five, and when he moved, it was with the

prissy speed that seems to be the exclusive domain of all small

plump men. The part in his hair was exact, and his dark suit was

sober but comforting. I am a man you can bring your problems to,

that suit said to the paying customer. To the hired help it spoke

more curtly: This had better be good, you. There was a red

carnation in the lapel, perhaps so that no one on the street would

mistake Stuart Ullman for the local undertaker.

As he listened to Ullman speak, Jack admitted to himself that

he probably could not have liked any man on that side of the desk--

under the circumstances.

Ullman had asked a question he hadn't caught. That was bad;

Ullman was the type of man who would file such lapses away in a

mental Rolodex for later consideration.

"I'm sorry?"

"I asked if your wife fully understood what you would be

taking on here. And there's your son, of course." He glanced down

at the application in front of him. "Daniel. Your wife isn't a bit

intimidated by the idea?"

"Wendy is an extraordinary woman."

"And your son is also extraordinary?"

Jack smiled, a big wide PR smile. "We like to think so, I

suppose. He's quite self-reliant for a five-year-old."

No returning smile from Ullman. He slipped Jack's application

back into the file. The file went into a drawer. The desk top was

now completely bare except for a blotter, a telephone, a Tensor

lamp, and an in/out basket. Both sides of the in/out were empty,

too.

Ullman stood up and went to the file cabinet in the corner.

"Step around the desk, if you will, Mr. Torrance. We'll look at the

floor plans."

He brought back five large sheets and set them down on the

glossy walnut plain of the desk. Jack stood by his shoulder, very

much aware of the scent of Ullman's cologne. All my men wear

English Leather or they wear nothing at all came into his mind for

no reason at all, and he had to clamp his tongue between his teeth

to keep in a bray of laughter. Beyond the wall, faintly, came the

sounds of the Overlook Hotel's kitchen, gearing down from lunch.

"Top floor," Ullman said briskly. "The attic. Absolutely

nothing up there now but bric-a-brac. The Overlook has changed

hands several times since World War II and it seems that each

successive manager has put everything they don't want up in the

attic. I want rattraps and poison bait sowed around in it. Some of

the third-floor chambermaids say they have heard rustling noises. I

don't believe it, not for a moment, but there mustn't even be that

one-in-a-hundred chance that a single rat inhabits the Overlook

Hotel."

Jack, who suspected that every hotel in the world had a rat or

two, held his tongue.

"Of course you wouldn't allow your son up in the attic under

any circumstances."

"No," Jack said, and flashed the big PR smile again.

Humiliating situation. Did this officious little prick actually think

he would allow his son to goof around in a rattrap attic full of junk

furniture and God knew what else?

Ullman whisked away the attic floor plan and put it on the

bottom of the pile.

"The Overlook has one hundred and ten guest quarters," he

said in a scholarly voice. "Thirty of them, all suites, are here on the

third floor. Ten in the west wing (including the Presidential Suite),

ten in the center, ten more in the east wing. All of them command

magnificent views."

Could you at least spare the salestalk?

But he kept quiet. He needed the job.

Ullman put the third floor on the bottom of the pile and they

studied the second floor.

"Forty rooms," Ullman said, "thirty doubles and ten singles.

And on the first floor, twenty of each. Plus three linen closets on

each floor, and a storeroom which is at the extreme east end of the

hotel on the second floor and the extreme west end on the first.

Questions?"

Jack shook his head. Ullman whisked the second and first

floors away.

"Now. Lobby level: Here in the center is the registration desk.

Behind it are the offices. The lobby runs for eighty feet in either

direction from the desk. Over here in the west wing is the

Overlook Dining Room and the Colorado Lounge. The banquet

and ballroom facility is in the east wing. Questions?"

"Only about the basement," Jack said. "For the winter

caretaker, that's the most important level of all. Where the action

is, so to speak."

"Watson will show you all that. The basement floor plan is on

the boiler room wall." He frowned impressively, perhaps to show

that as manager, he did not concern himself with such mundane

aspects of the Overlook's operation as the boiler and the plumbing.

"Might not be a bad idea to put some traps down there too. Just a

minute. . ."

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