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actual place around page 50。 I was appalled； and told her so Q was twelve。 remember。 an age at which boys first dimly begin to realize that they know everything）； suggesting that reading the end of a mystery novel before you actually get there was on a par with eating the white stuff out of the middle of Oreo cookies and then throwing the cookies themselves away。 She laughed her wonderful unembarrassed laugh and said perhaps that was so； but sometimes she just couldn't resist the temptation。 Giving in to temptation was a concept I could understand； I had plenty of my own； even at twelve。 But here； at last； is an amusing cure for that temptation。 Until the final episode arrives in bookstores； no one is going to know how The Green Mile turns out 。。。 and that may include me。
Although there was no way he could have known it； Ralph Vicinanza； mentioned the idea of a novel in installments at what was； for me； the perfect psychological moment。 I had been playing with a story idea on a subject I had always suspected I would get around to sooner or later： the electric chair。 〃Old Sparky〃 has fascinated me ever since my first James Cagney movie； and the first Death Row tales I ever read （in a book called Twenty Thousand Years in Sing Sing； written by Warden Lewis E。 Lawes） fired the darker side of my imagination。 What； I wondered； would it be like to walk those last forty yards to the electric chair； knowing you were going to die there？ Mat； for that matter； would it be like to be the man who had to strap the condemned in 。。。 or pull the switch？ What would such a job take out of you？ Even creepier； what might it add？
I had tried these basic ideas； always tentatively； on a number of different frameworks over the last twenty or thirty years。 I had written one successf
