![]() King braids perhaps a dozen storylines-with hardly a drop of blood spilled for the first 250 or so pages-into ever briefer takes that climax in a hurtling, storm-ripped holocaust whose symphonic energies fill the novel's last third. The cast is huge and largely grotesque, since King-wearing a tremendous cat's-smile-means to close the book on Castle Rock and blow it off the map in one of his best climaxes since Salem's Lot. The old horrormaster in top form, this time with a demonic dealer in magic and spells selling his wares to the folks of Castle Rock, scene of several King novels including The Dead Zone, Cujo-and how many others? King locates his hokey Our Town in Maine, but as ever it's really Consumerville, USA, with everyone's life festooned with brand names. ![]()
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