Uh oh, kids, it’s that time again. What time, you ask? Time for you to pull out your boots and grab your shovels because that synopsis is pure BULLSHIT!
First of all, Odd does not communicate with the dead, he sees the dead. Big difference. I mean sure, he can talk to them, but unless they whip out a pen and paper, he has no idea what they actually want.
Second of all, Datura is not an exceptionally cunning and fearsome enemy. You know what she is? Crazy. Not schizophrenic, bipolar, manic depressive or mentally unstable. This chick is simply nine cents short of a dime. And just let me add, worse character name ever. Well, second worst. Dreamweaver still ranks #1.
Third, there is no battle. There is a chase scene, a lucky shot, an improbable appearance from a mountain lion, another chase scene, and a starry-eyed fight sequence. And each one of these scenes showed Koontz totally reaching.
Finally, the whole sacrifices tipping the balance between despair and hope…utter shit.
Not only did this book contain one of the most non-existent plots in history, but it was also hollow and shameful. I understand authors write to get paid as well as tell their stories, but damn, you’re not supposed to rub it in our faces!! With each turn of the page all I kept thinking was, “How many damn bones does Trixie need? Does he need the money that bad?” With a story that consists only of repetitive tidbits of history and chase scenes (again, that’s the whole book), the only good thing is that you don’t need to read its predecessor to understand.
Now you would think that my love for the characters would have carried over from the first book, but it’s wasn't so. Odd’s pointless shuffling around, erratic thought process and unrealistic dialog killed whatever attachment I had to him. And aside from all of that, he had no development, nor did any other character in this book. Moving like puppets with their strings showing, this cast was empty and trite.
Oh, but wait, it gets better. Thanks to over-description, choppy and chaotic sentence structure, and bad editing, Koontz’s writing style murdered the pace and assaulted the atmosphere so badly that it committed suicide early on. Think I’m exaggerating? Here, let me give just a few examples:
“Danny has a lot better brain than any movie star of the past few decades.” – pg. 152
“Although Datura’s customary self-possession had given way to an evident excitement, to a twitchy anticipation, Andre and Robert exhibited all the enthusiasm of a pair of boulders.” – pg. 203
“She hurled more abuse at the cocktail waitress, in a language far more vile than she’d used thus far, and both of the Coleman lanterns pulsed, pulsed, as though in sympathy with the lightning that might at the same moment have been ripping though the sky outside.” – pg. 212
“That stormy day in the desert, however, much changed for me.” –pg. 256
“After putting the shotgun on the floor, I wiped my face with hands, blotted my hands on my jeans.” – pg. 257
And Mr. Koontz – Dean, considering that you wrote this book for the money, feel free to send me a check for $50. You know, for all those $.10 words you dragged out of the thesaurus. Because seriously, who uses such words like: somnambulant, semaphore, phosphorescent, disinclination, and threnody??
The only good I could find in this book was this one sentence:
“She’s crazier than a syphilitic suicide bomber with mad-cow disease.” –pg. 153
Hilarious!!!
My rating? I give it a 1. Don’t torture yourself and buy it for the ‘good days’ you had with Koontz. Dump him! And if you really need a hero, check out Jeff Strand’s Andrew Mayhem series. Now there’s a hero that captures me every time as if it were the first.
-As posted on Horror-Web.com