This isn't the worst book on writing that I've read,

but it's not even close to the best (which is John

Gardner's "The Art of Fiction.") The problems start

with the title, "A Memoir of The Craft." The memoir

section will be of interest only to King fans and of

no interest to anyone else. There is far too much

content devoted to Tabby (Mrs. King) and to pointless

details that have no bearing on anything, e.g. "we were

traveling to a WNBA game between Cleveland and..."[who

cares!!]and are quite typical of King's blow-hard style

here and elsewhere. The writing suggestions are okay

but not new and not particularly insightful. King cites

an editor who called an early story of his "too puffy."

That's a bulls-eye review of this book as well: too

much puff, not enough stuff. (He also mentions TWICE

that he ended his relationship with Viking because of

stupid argument about money. The same point repeated

in IDENTICAL language. I'm looking at you Mr. or Ms.

Editor!