I’m not sure how I missed The Shining¸ the book and the movie, the first time around. I suspect it has something to do with my status as a recovering snob. As a young man, I disdained a lot of things deemed popular because I was going to be a “writer.” Fortunately, there’s a cure for this ailment called growing up, or alternately, getting my head out of my rear end. Two years ago, I enjoyed Stephen King’s time traveling novel about John F. Kennedy’s assassination, 11/22/63. When I saw he’d written a sequel to The Shining I knew the time had come to correct past wrongs. The first book, published in 1977, scared me and made me turn pages quickly. I would have said it stood alone, but after reading Dr. Sleep, the follow-up published last year, the two seem an indispensable pair: The Godfather and The Godfather: Part Two of telepathic horror novels. Finally, I watched the movie, which seemed dated and long, with an ending that felt jumbled. But it’s still worth seeing for Jack Nicholson, especially his eyebrows. They’re a force of nature.