The short review: This book is good, but overlong, and though it really repeats itself...there is something to be said about a book that features multiple scenes of people having roaches tunnel through their eyes into their brain. I mean, goo, huh? Also, there's a bit with a handcuffed man on a small island confused about how to find the sheriff and so he decides to dry hump a pile a leaves and roaches tunnel through his eyes and eat his brains. How about that, huh? The late 70s to early 80s? Am I right?
The long review: My old man heart loves a bit of campy 70s/80s swarms-of-things creature features. At least from a distance. I mean, actually watching the movies was nine-times-out-of-ten sitting through really poorly executed shots of folks standing just about perfectly still while some killer mutant {squirrel | opossum | dandelion} slowly gnaws off kneecaps and man, some/most were as boring as listening to a tabletop gamer just go on and on about the aerodynamics of metal dice. But, hey, there's a certain delight in watching Nature Fight Back(tm). And who can forget scenes like [blonde actress] screaming as she finds the mutilated corpse of her {father | friend | teacher} and there's like...a frog just sitting on the sill and it's a really long extended shot of that frog in that window and the camera just zooms in on that frog and everything else is all super-bokeh and when it finally cuts it's to [dude in turtleneck] looking concerned next to his [read: the director's, bought with production money] car. That scene, you know?
Anyhow, this book is like...one of the better creature feature films. This *book*, mind. There is actually a film made from this book and it is...see above. This book has everything it needs: old sassy grandpa, tough-as-shark sailors, slimy overweight mayors, cute little children, suburban anarchists drugging it up, dated worldviews that seem almost overly dated to be comical but then it sticks with it and you don't know if the author is having a gag or actually kind of sexist and a little overconcerned at taking potshots at The Youth(tm) and their Modern Society(tm), New England fishing jokes, attractive college students, attractive scientists, dudes going on a rampage against some goshdarn roaches, forest fires, storms, abandoned lighthouses, discussions of heritage, middle-aged couples getting into drunken fights, dogs getting eaten by roaches tunneling through said dogs eyes into their dog brains. Everything.
It has so much of everything it needs that it actually spends at least...a hundred pages repeating everything and doing much the same over and over. Out of town person of color falling in love with the young sailor? Keep mentioning it! Love triangle between semi-local beauty and attractive scientist and other attractive scientist? AGAIN! The hissing sound that cockroaches make? Pump that page count, baby! The detailed entomological details of how such a mutation might happen and how it impacts the ecosystem on such a tiny island? Surely time for another! An oncoming storm that takes, like...a third of the book to show up? Can we stretch that?! One ending? Surely we can get two in here! Maybe a third!
The thing is, even with its bloated page count and general slowness to actually get down to the storyline that people care about, and the whiff of inserting Jaws's mayor almost verbatim, it mostly floats.* The fact that it holds no real punches adds to it. Dogs and children get just as eye-tunneled as everyone else. Sometimes, folks survive. Sometimes they don't. Characters that sort of outlive their usefulness to the plot kind of drift to the back (or become gore fodder) while audience favorites drift forward (or become gore fodder). It has an interesting mix of kind of old school writing, feeling like a 40s/50s-era pulp novel complete with hero scientists and Real Men(tm) in places, and modern-for-the-time horror panache. It's camp and it's icky and it's amazingly never quite cruel in all the ways it can be. The scientific insertions are kind of interesting. The methods to fight back make sense. The dumb choices are dumb (see the short review and dude humping leaves) but kind of in a well-why-not kind of way...some of them. Most of them, even. Even when you can tell that doom is on the horizon, you root for folks to escape...or at least take some roach buggers with them. Even the false ending only felt a little cheaty (we can see there's a tenth of the book, left, man...).
All in a story that feels extremely cinematic while still retaining a nice...literary (?)...quality. It doesn't fly by, per se, but it keeps going...and when it gets really going, it's actually fairly exciting.
Recommended.
* Speaking of floating, there's a sex scene that has like...twenty nautical puns. I'm still in awe.