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The Running Man: A Novel Mass Market Paperback – Import 19 Apr 2016

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Rs. 530.68


Product Description About the Author Stephen King is the author of more than fifty books all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent work includes The Bill Hodges Trilogy— Mr. Mercedes (an Edgar Award winner for Best Novel) Finders Keepers and End of Watch ; the short story collection The Bazaar of Bad Dreams ; Revival ; Doctor Sleep and Under the Dome . His novel 11/22/63 was named a top ten book of 2011 by The New York Times Book Review and won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Mystery/Thriller. His epic series The Dark Tower is the basis for a major motion picture from Sony. He is the recipient of the 2014 National Medal of Arts and the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. He lives in Bangor Maine with his wife novelist Tabitha King. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Running Man . . . Minus 100 and COUNTING . . . She was squinting at the thermometer in the white light coming through the window. Beyond her in the drizzle the other highrises in Co-Op City rose like the gray turrets of a penitentiary. Below in the airshaft clotheslines flapped with ragged wash. Rats and plump alley cats circulated through the garbage. She looked at her husband. He was seated at the table staring up at the Free-Vee with steady vacant concentration. He had been watching it for weeks now. It wasn’t like him. He hated it always had. Of course every Development apartment had one—it was the law—but it was still legal to turn them off. The Compulsory Benefit Bill of 2021 had failed to get the required two-thirds majority by six votes. Ordinarily they never watched it. But ever since Cathy had gotten sick he had been watching the big-money giveaways. It filled her with sick fear. Behind the compulsive shrieking of the half-time announcer narrating the latest newsie flick Cathy’s flu-hoarsened wailing went on and on. “How bad is it?” Richards asked. “Not so bad.” “Don’t shit me.” “It’s a hundred and four.” He brought both fists down on the table. A plastic dish jumped into the air and clattered down. “We’ll get a doctor. Try not to worry so much. Listen—” She began to babble frantically to distract him; he had turned around and was watching the Free-Vee again. Half-time was over and the game was on again. This wasn’t one of the big ones of course just a cheap daytime come-on called Treadmill to Bucks. They accepted only chronic heart liver or lung patients sometimes throwing in a crip for comic relief. Every minute the contestant could stay on the treadmill (keeping up a steady flow of chatter with the emcee) he won ten dollars. Every two minutes the emcee asked a Bonus Question in the contestant’s category (the current pal a heart-murmur from Hackensack was an American history buff) which was worth fifty dollars. If the contestant dizzy out of breath heart doing fantastic rubber acrobatics in his chest missed the question fifty dollars was deducted from his winnings and the treadmill was speeded up. “We’ll get along. Ben. We will. Really. I . . . I’ll . . .” “You’ll what?” He looked at her brutally. “Hustle? No more Sheila. She’s got to have a real doctor. No more block midwife with dirty hands and whiskey breath. All the modern equipment. I’m going to see to it.” He crossed the room eyes swiveling hypnotically to the Free-Vee bolted into one peeling wall above the sink. He took his cheap denim jacket off its hook and pulled it on with fretful gestures. “No! No I won’t . . . won’t allow it. You’re not going to—” “Why not? At worst you can get a few oldbucks as the head of a fatherless house. One way or the other you’ll have to see her through this.” She had never really been a handsome woman and in the years since her husband had not worked she had grown scrawny but in this moment she looked beautiful . . . imperious. “I won’t take it. I’d rather sell the govie a two-dollar piece of tail when he comes to the door and send him back with his dirty blood money in his pocket. Should I take a bounty on my man?” He turned on her grim and humorless clutching something that set him apart an invisible something for which the Network had ruthlessly calculated. He was a dinosaur in this time. Not a big one but still a throwback an embarrassment. Perhaps a danger. Big clouds condense around small particles. He gestured at the bedroom. “How about her in an unmarked pauper’s grave? Does that appeal to you?” It left her with only the argument of insensate sorrow. Her face cracked and dissolved into tears. “Ben this is just what they want for people like us like you—” “Maybe they won’t take me” he said opening the door. “Maybe I don’t have whatever it is they look for.” “If you go now they’ll kill you. And I’ll be here watching it. Do you want me watching that with her in the next room?” She was hardly coherent through her tears. “I want her to go on living.” He tried to close the door but she put her body in the way. “Give me a kiss before you go then.” He kissed her. Down the hall Mrs. Jenner opened her door and peered out. The rich odor of corned beef and cabbage tantalizing maddening drifted to them. Mrs. Jenner did well—she helped out at the local discount drug and had an almost uncanny eye for illegal-card carriers. “You’ll take the money?” Richards asked. “You won’t do anything stupid?” “I’ll take it” she whispered. “You know I’ll take it.” He clutched her awkwardly then turned away quickly with no grace and plunged down the crazily slanting ill-lighted stairwell. She stood in the doorway shaken by soundless sobs until she heard the door slam hollowly five flights down and then she put her apron up to her face. She was still clutching the thermometer she had used to take the baby’s temperature. Mrs. Jenner crept up softly and twitched the apron. “Dearie” she whispered “I can put you onto black market penicillin when the money gets here . . . real cheap . . . good quality—” “Get out!” she screamed at her. Mrs. Jenner recoiled her upper lip rising instinctively away from the blackened stumps of her teeth. “Just trying to help” she muttered and scurried back to her room. Barely muffled by the thin plastiwood Cathy’s wails continued. Mrs. Jenner’s Free-Vee blared and hooted. The contestant on Treadmill to Bucks had just missed a Bonus Question and had had a heart attack simultaneously. He was being carried off on a rubber stretcher while the audience applauded. Upper lip arising and falling metronomically Mrs. Jenner wrote Sheila Richards’s name down in her notebook. “We’ll see” she said to no one. “We’ll just see Mrs. Smell-So-Sweet.” She closed the notebook with a vicious snap and settled down to watch the next game.


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