Literature Analysis

So I have been reading this book called 11/22/63 by Stephen King, and the book is absolutely captivating. The book is a fiction book based in modern day at first, then switches to 1963 throughout the book, and does a great job of really detailing and immersing yourself in the novel. The novel follows a time traveler by the name of Jacob "Jake" Epping, a teacher who teaches people who want their GED completed. Around the beginning, or somewhere along the introduction, he assigns an essay about a day that impacted their lives, and the school janitor writes about the day his family was killed by his alchoholic father, and was hurt in the process as well, and given permanent brain damage because of it. The book skips 2 years ahead, to 2011, and the janitor graduates. Jacob visits a diner and meets with Al, the owner, and talk to him about things, more like small talk. The next day, Jacob finds that Al looks like he's aged tremendously, coughing severely and slowly dying. It is revealed he developed cancer, along with another confession. Since he couldn't have gotten from good to near death in a day, Al decides to tell Jake how it happened, and reveals that he had been living in the 1960's for a couple of years, and of course, this is all a "Holy s**t" moment for all of us, and explains details over how the time machine (diner closet) works. Thats about as far as I got for now, but my understanding of this book is pretty straight forward: his mission was to prevent the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, on the day of November 22nd, 1963, hence the title. Stephen King put a lot of effort into this book, his routine may have consisted of waking up, putting on his glasses, taking up countless hours of research, finding details be could include into the book to make things more authentic and near-accurate, just enought to keep it fictional. Im guessing that he was never groggy for any of this, because every detail (in my opinion) was captured, every breath heard, every nook and cranny checked, but just short enough to keep thongs interesting. Somehow, in spite of everything, I expected Al to laugh, but he took it as a matter of course. “Sure. I’ve met Frank many times. But he only meets me once—back then, I mean. For Frank, every time is the first time. He comes in, right? From the Chevron. ‘Titus has got the truck up on the lift,’ he tells his dad. ‘Says it’ll be ready by five.’ I’ve heard that fifty times, at least. Not that I always go into the Fruit when I go back, but when I do, I hear it. Then the ladies come in to pick over the fruit. Mrs. Symonds and her friends. It’s like going to the same movie over and over and over again.”