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The world tilts the other way and he falls into the grass on his hands and knees with his eyes squeezed shut. He doesn’t need to open them; the richer, deeper smells that suddenly fill his nose tell him everything he needs to know. That, and the sense of coming home after so many dark years when almost every waking motion and decision has in some way been dedicated to canceling (or at least postponing) the arrival of this very moment.

This is Jack Sawyer, ladies and gentlemen, down on his knees in a vast field of sweet grass under a morning sky untainted by a single particle of pollution. He is weeping. He knows what has happened, and he is weeping. His heart bursts with fear and joy.

This is Jack Sawyer twenty years along, grown to be a man, and back in the Territories again at last.

-from Black House, written by Stephen King and Peter Straub

The Talisman is one of those books filled with a lot of amazing moments, but as a whole, feels uneven and perhaps a little too ambitious. When I heard that King and Straub were reuniting to pen the sequel, I was both excited and apprehensive. My first surprise with Black House, was how small it was. By nature, King is loquacious with his writing (not a bad thing, mind you) and there’s a tendency to make sequels bigger.

The success of Black House was its focus on Jack Sawyer rather than the Territories. By emphasizing Sawyer’s internal struggles and apparent disconnect from what happened in the previous book, the book’s emotional center is much more cohesive than its predecessor. On top of that, the book’s playful omniscient narrator is practically a revelation compared to the one in The Talisman.

The best thing about Black House is seeing two writers – who were ahead of the curve when they started out – grow into real literary craftsmen. Where The Talisman had the tendency to be disjointed, Black House is practically seamless in its storytelling. It’s very difficult to figure out who wrote what. Even though there are parts I’m convinced King wrote, I wouldn’t put money down to prove it.

This passage above, taken from pages 200 and 201 from the original hardcover, is one of my favorite pages from any book. Whenever I’ve seen Black House on the shelf at home or in a store, I’m always opening the book to re-read these pages. And while it still packs a punch (especially if you’ve read The Talisman), I have to admit that I’m like a junkie looking for that first high.

This is exciting fiction that is as playful and visceral as it is emotional.