Quite the plodding read this turned out to be, especially the mid section. Stephen King attempts to pull off another full scale novel with an idea justifiable only to make a novella of.
So how does he go about it?
How the fuck else but by filling the whole thing up with verbose and catchy descriptions of side characters, popular locations, highways (The guy seems to suffer from some kind of road fetish if you ask me), branded food, branded clothing and every other item one would normally prefix the term 'American' with.
King doesn't care if these have any relation to the main plot; and honestly they don't. Which gets kind of frustrating after the first hundred pages or so.
And having experienced already his power to disappoint big time after a near-perfect build-up through @The Stand, I expected little from the end, which might be why I could think of it as well paced and judiciously executed.
Two or three brilliantly written scenes that stand out as witty or shocking.
Rest is typical. And by that I don't intend to say its a bad plot. Its just that the so called end-of-the-world genre has been done to death so many times (and by his own self too).
Best snubbed. The author's other works clearly surpass this one in quality.
*FINALLY A BOOK I'M POSTING ABOUT THAT I'M NOT GIVING A THUMPING RECOMMENDATION*
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