11/22/63 by Stephen King
I recently finished reading Stephen King‘s 11/22/63, and loved it. Stephen King writes some great, creepy stories about killer clowns and rabid dogs and vampires and generally crazy, evil people. And to a certain degree this book is no different.
My sister’s taking an English class that focuses on monsters and covers your standards like Beowulf and Frankenstein. She chose as her essay topic Doctor Who’s Weeping Angels, monsters certainly, but not in the same scary, ugly, evil vein. This book’s scary, evil monster is time, specifically the past.
And “the past is obdurate.” The past resists change, aggressively. If you want to change a past event—and you actually have a time machine—the past, time, will put every obstacle in your way that you can think of. You’re driving? Flat tire. You’re sneaking around? Nosy neighbour. Whatever it takes to keep you from your destination. Which all makes for some great, suspenseful scenes.
It may not be the thing for die-hard fans of King’s work like IT, Cujo, ‘Salem’s Lot, The Shining and Misery. But for those of us also love The Dark Tower series, The Colorado Kid and The Green Mile, I think you’ll be happy with it.
9 saltines out of 10.