The “Lawnmower Man” by Stephen King really makes me understand the power of peyote. Stephen King has is very open about his drug and alcohol addiction and in the 1970s even regular folks were dabbling in the Yayo. In fact, he has said that he doesn’t remember writing The Shining. In those days, he would use cotton balls up his nose from the constant nose bleeds from his cocaine use. The Lawnmower Man has to be seen in this context.
Harold Parkette is a typical suburban man. He’s lawn obsessed and needs to make it purdy.
Sidenote: This story takes me back to me youth. In my football and track days, I would mow lawns and split wood to make extra cash. I would never wear a shirt because I would get hot. I never understood until later why only the wives would call me to do the yard work, would make really odd excuses to give me extra lemonade, and cash. A lot of times they’d just sit on their porch, watch, and occasionally wave.
The Lawnmower Man is not that kind of story. Harold gets an odd landscaper who starts working and then Harold takes a nap. When Harold wakes, he sees that the lawnmower is moving on its own and the lawnmower man is eating the clippings. The image that stuck with me the most is that grass was growing on the lawnmower man’s teeth- yuck. The Lawnmower Man reveals himself to be the Greek God Pan and proceeds to eat Harold.
This story is just plain weird. Pan was into wine and sex, not landscaping. Also, I get the economy can be tough, but if you’re a god wouldn’t you do better than a solo landscaping biz? All around, I’m very confused.