Taking inventory of the full spectrum of nightmares that Stephen King has crafted over the course of his career, most fall under the classification of dark, even darker and pitch black. But one of his earlier books, "Christine" — which was published in 1983 during the "do whatever you want" heyday of his success as a novelist — stands apart from all his other works in terms of where it lands on the color wheel. Dark, sure. But not black. This one is autumn red.
"Christine" has a sort of sloppy, coke drip energy to it, sure. But that's also what makes it so fun.
