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Thought I'd read something sleazy, cheesy and easy while off work. So Stephen King and Peter Straub's "Black House" it is.
So far (about half-way through) I'm impressed- it's well-written, fairly sinister, and without quite as much of the down-home folksiness that has plagued King for about the last 15 years and more often than not robbed him of the ability to actually scare people. (Sure, there's some, but...)
Also, as a sequel to "The Talisman", I was worried that it was about 17 years ago that I read that, and couldn't remember a fucking thing about it other than that I'd enjoyed it. That's not proved a problem so far- they seem to have done a pretty good job of reminding you of stuff without info-dumping, and also making it a decent stand-alone novel.
The only thing that's bugging me is- it's Twin Peaks. Not that that's a bad thing, but surely Twin Peaks was Twin Peaks already?
As I say, I'm only half-way through, and it could easily surprise me yet. But right now, even though I'm enthralled and enjoying it muchly, I keep expecting someone to say "the owls are not what they seem" or some such... |
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