e it had seemed simple enough。 Denker； in a
fit of rage； seizes the poker from beside the fireplace and beats saintly Gary
to death。 Then； standing spread…legged over the body； the bloody poker in one
hand； he screams at the audience： 〃It's here somewhere and I will find it！〃
Then； as the lights dim and the curtain is slowly drawn； the audience sees
Gary's body face down on the forestage as Denker strides to the upstage bookcase
and feverishly begins pulling books from the shelves； looking at them； throwing
them aside。 He had thought it was something old enough to be new； a play whose
novelty alone might be enough to see it through a successful Broadway run： a
tragedy in five acts。
But； in addition to his sudden diversion of interest to the Overlooks
history； something else had happened。 He had developed opposing feelings about
his characters。 This was something quite new。 Ordinarily he liked all of his
characters； the good and the bad。 He was glad he did。 It allowed him to try to
see all of their sides and understand their motivations more clearly。 His
favorite story； sold to a small southern Maine magazine called Contraband for
copies； had been a piece called 〃The Monkey Is Here； Paul DeLong。〃 It had been
about a child molester about to mit suicide in his furnished room。 The child
molester's name had been Paul DeLong； Monkey to his friends。 Jack had liked
Monkey very much。 He sympathized with Monkey's bizarre needs； knowing that
Monkey was not the only one to blame for the three rape…murders in his past。
There had been bad parents； the father a beater as his own father had been； the
mother a limp and silent dishrag a