The Shining (novel) - Links To King's Other Works

Links To King's Other Works

The character Dick Hallorann appears in King's It, as a young soldier who saves the life of the father of one of the novel's main characters at an African-American nightclub. The Regulators, written by King under the pseudonym Richard Bachman, refers to the novel The Shining, and the film version is also referenced in one of the The Dark Tower novels. A poem that Jack Torrance reads in The Shining (actually written by King as an undergraduate) resurfaces in Lisey's Story. In Misery, Annie tells Paul that she once knew an artist who was heading to the mountains to sketch the ruins of the Overlook Hotel. She mentions that the caretaker went insane and burnt it to the ground. In King's The Stand, Mother Abigail refers to her gift of prophetic dreams as something her grandmother once called "the shining lamp of God, sometimes just the shine".

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