This was always going to get five stars, even before I picked it up, because although it only has two stories, one is Richard Matheson’s “Duel.” The narrator would have had to mess it horribly, and he certainly didn’t.
“Duel” is one of my favorite short stories, being the purest form of a conflict drama, a salesman on the highway pursued by an enigmatic and increasingly violent tanker truck. It’s so strong that the fifth time I read it, sitting on an Amtrak train, after a few pages I unconsciously checked behind myself to see if a truck was following me. It’s a master class in hooks and delivery, climbing gradually out of the salesman’s mundane thoughts about making his meeting and getting a hot bath, that sleepy lull your thoughts get after hours at the wheel, into horrified speculation about who would try to run him off the road. As the truck becomes more and more insistent, the man realizes there is nowhere he can escape from it, which ought to wear itself out, but Matheson paces it perfectly, alternating between escalating events, morbid suggestions of intent, and our salesman’s internal monologue as he tries to make sense of things and gradually loses his grip. It’s a fable of a giant bear for the automotative world.
Stephen Lang doesn’t narrate it like I’ve ever imagined it, but his work is solid. He has a wan voice, reciting his paragraphs, and occasionally leaning in or growing agitated in a way that coaxes emotion out of me. Because if this haggard speaker is worried? Then I also ought to be. He has obvious talent.
He gets more material to work with in King and Hill’s “Throttle,” the story of The Tribe, a drug-running biker gang that is waylaid by a mystery attacker in a semi-truck. Set beside “Duel” its homage is obvious, but the comparison makes “Throttle” seem tacky, particularly for its high frequency of graphic violence. The descriptions of bile, vomit, blood, bones sticking out through skin, a shovel jammed into a skull and men run over by cars are exactly the kind of shock value that “Duel” doesn’t need, and reminds me of the old Alfred Hitchcock quote: “There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it.”
“Throttle” is largely bang until the pathos of its climax, which is certainly clever, but still sits on top of a giant highway brawl. That attack, the meat of the story, is a reasonable fight scene, and Lang delivers some of the murders with sinister gravitas, but it’s an odd companion piece to the prolonged tension over the possibility of one man being hurt in “Duel.”
To be fair to “Throttle,” I waited a few days and listened to it again without “Duel.” Lang does an excellent job, one of the best narrations of a short story I’ve heard in a long time. It still feels like an excuse for graphic violence, not much depth or pathos to the criminals who are eventually torn up by their truck-villain. A story that is primarily a battle scene is fair beside one that’s essentially a chase scene; this is just far more garish, far more “bang.” And it’s got a brilliant way of revealing who the attacker is.
Despite the titling, neither story is a novella; they're both short stories, neither lasting much more than an hour. They're both entertaining and splendidly narrated hours. Come for “Duel,” sit deep for “Throttle,” and see which you prefer. Happy driving.