I picked up Bloom’s Modern Critical Views: Stephen King (Chelsea House, 2007) today and found that Bloom, the elitist who must find redemptive social value in every text he reads, has grudgingly accepted Stephen King:
“There are depths beneath depths, and clearly King is preferable to the sadistic Anne Rice, whose fictions are profoundly unhealthy, and whose style is even more tedious than King’s. Nothing intrinsic in King’s work is nearly so important as the overwhelming fct of his popularity...[He] has replaced reading” (2).
Okay, so it’s not a sterling review, but it is a step forward. If you are the kind who bends to Bloom’s beck and call, then perhaps this will convince you to give King a try. Maybe.