“If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.”
“The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there…and still on your feet.”
― Stephen King, The Stand
I have chosen to reread Stephen King’s 1152 page tome during this time of self-isolation. The Stand first begins with a manufactured “superflu” spreading quickly throughout the world, killing 99% of humanity within a few weeks. The 1% who are immune to the bug begin to seek each other out, hoping to find companionship and hope from the terror they have experienced. Their nightly dreams are inundated by both kindly 108 year old Mother Abagail and the malevolent dark one, Randall Flagg. Some pilgrims end up in Boulder, Colorado, and others flock to Las Vegas. The story then turns into an epic battle between good and evil, acknowledging that most humans struggle with both.
Parts of The Stand are extremely dark, which is King’s trademark. The chapters of Flagg’s rule over his minions in Vegas are especially stomach-churning. When I first read this book in the eighties, I was drawn to the stalwart characters of Stu and Frannie, but now Larry Underwood pulls me into his journey. He reminds me of most of us, those who are messy and flawed and stumble through life wanting to be decent human beings but more often are just complete assholes. Larry, before the superflu, was a third-rate musician who had just recently found a little fame, but blew it on drugs and alcohol. He’s a jerk, and he knows it. He uses people, yet often feels a sense of regret. After the flu hits, he still can’t seem to do the right thing until he comes upon Nadine Cross and Joe, a troubled young boy. As they travel west and come across more people, Larry becomes their default leader they all turn to for guidance, and he slowly accepts the responsibility. He changes, and I admire how he struggles with it. Leadership doesn’t come naturally to him. Judge Farris says this about Larry:
“Larry is a man who found himself comparatively late in life,” the Judge said, clearing his throat. “At least, that is how he strikes me. Men who find themselves late are never sure. They are all the things the civics books tell us the good citizens should be: partisans but never zealots, respecters of the facts which attend each situation but never benders of those facts, uncomfortable in positions of leadership but rarely able to turn down a responsibility once it has been offered…or thrust upon them. They make the best leaders in a democracy because they are unlikely to fall in love with power. Quite the opposite.”
As I continue to make my way through The Stand, I ponder this quote and others in the book that remind me of our current global crisis. I think of the leaders who are stepping up, others who are scurrying into the corners, and those who are pointing fingers and accepting no responsibility for misinformation or denial of the seriousness of the situation. We are drawn to the wise voices, the intelligent and calm individuals who never asked for all of this, but still know how to mobilize and selflessly do what is best for all.
None of us know how long the virus will last. We can’t even perceive the extent of the havoc it will wreak on our health, the economy, or our collective psyche. For now, we work at home, order take out from local restaurants, FaceTime friends and relatives, and read books.
Me? I still have only read half of The Stand, and even though I know how it’s going to end, I’m diving into the story of Nic and Stu and Frannie and Lucy and Glen and Tom and Mother Abagail who go to war with Lloyd and Trashcan Man and Harold and Nadine and Randall Flagg, because we all battle the demons within, but in the end, even if evil continues to percolate beneath the surface, I believe good is stronger and more powerful and will win. Lucy Swan says in best when she talks to Larry:
Her voice rose suddenly, rough with unexpected power, and for a moment his arms goosefleshed. “I just happen to think love is very important, only love will get us through this, good connections; it’s hate against us, worse, it’s emptiness.”