I once vividly recalled the spring/summer of '96. It was a time when I would eagerly run to the bookstore in anticipation of the next installment of The Green Mile. Back then, the internet was not what it is today. In fact, I highly doubt we even had dial-up access at that time. So, the only option was to physically go to the store and search for the book. The first book was remarkably small. It had a title that read “Part 1 – The Serial Thriller Begins”. Inside, King elucidated that he was attempting something novel, inspired by the idea of a friend. It was planned to be released in six parts over six months. According to King, he was writing as he went along, much like Dickens had done. So, in reality, it wasn't such a completely new idea after all.
Just like an old idea being rejuvenated, Paul Edgecomb's story looks back to the past from his present. It delves into the memories of 1932, Death Row, “Old Sparky”, and of John Coffey – a name that is like the drink, yet not spelled the same way. There is something truly captivating about the way King writes through a character's memories of the past. These memories are brought to life by the vulnerabilities within them, both in the present and in the past, as well as by the experiences described that have shaped and changed them.
Back in '96, I would read one volume and then patiently wait for the next. In the meantime, I would share my thoughts and excitement about the books with a friend at work, who had noticed me engrossed in reading one day. It is truly fascinating how the memories of both the books and that summer gently trickled in as I read each of them now. This time around, I had intended to space them out a little bit, but it turns out that it was simply not possible.