A psychological detective novel by the King of Horrors.
Killers are not monsters and not creepy freaks. They live among us, seem like ordinary people, and nothing in them—at least for a while—foreshadows the coming nightmare. So why, suddenly, does a murderer break the most important moral law of human existence?
…In her youth, Dolores Clayborne killed her husband Joe, who was losing at cards away the family money, drank, and often attacked her with his fists. For thirty long years, her act remained a secret. But one day, the wealthy Vera Donovan died in the house where Dolores worked as a servant. And suspicion fell on her…
King touches on the theme of a woman’s difficult position in the modern American family. He dedicated the book to his mother, Ruth Pilsbury, who in many ways became the prototype for Dolores Clayborne.