The stories that are set in the reals of the possible rather than the impossible are somehow more upsetting. This already worked for me in Gerald's Game (aka nobody's favorite book by King), in which also nothing happened that could happen to anyone, anywhere, any day.
The killer, Brady, is a computer-savvy Mama's boy, that one day decided to drive into a group of people and was more surprised than anyone else that he actually got away with it. While his case is on the track to going cold, he contacts the now retired detective that worked it, who decides to take it on himself.
Stephen King, at one point in the book, actually references himself. Such is his cultural stance, that he can easily get away with it without sounding pretentious. Because, when he refers to one of his own stories, everyone actually does now what he is talking about.
'Creepy as hell. You ever see that TV movie about the clown in the sewer?'Even though this will not become anyone's favorite Stephen King's book ever, it is solid work. Far from his best, but on par with any mystery put out. Basically, we witness Brady trying to plot going out with a final big bang - preferably before he goes to pieces.
Te scariest idea of the thing is when Brady decides to kill the dog of the detective's friend. Which goes horribly wrong, but luckily not for the dog and his family.
Entertaining. Just not as much as Stephen King books can be.
The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.6/10
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