In light of the recent passing of Wes Craven, I decided to finally get around to reading this, his one and only novel.
This is one of those books where the first half and the second half are two completely different animals. The first half is really slow, but Craven does an expert job at setting up a fairly ludicrous scenario and I was surprised at how well-researched and deftly handled the scientific elements were. The whole notion of body-switching has grown tiresome in recent years, but, back when this book first came out in 1999, it was still a novel enough concept, especially when being accomplished through science rather than magic. THE FOUNTAIN SOCIETY is written with a level of artistry not generally found in books by Hollywood personalities, as well as an unusual degree of assuredness for a debut effort, even considering Craven's long, successful career in storytelling.
After a smart but rather dull first half, however, the book begins to pick up in excitement while simultaneously plummeting in intelligence. This part of the book is EXACTLY the sort of storytelling I expect from Hollywood celebrities: predictable, cliche, and heavily reliant on luck/coincidence. The whole thing starts to feel like a script for a B-movie, especially in the way that the bad guys always remain exactly one step behind. Even when the good guys do something really stupid, the bad guys always show up just a moment too late. All this action and running around may serve to make the story more exciting, but it also makes it a whole lot less interesting.
Another problem with the book is that the characters are unlikable. One the one hand, you've got an old married couple who are complicit in the murder of an innocent man; on the other hand, you've got the innocent man's girlfriend, who is surprisingly OK with her lover's body being taken over by someone else. Gee, who to root for?
I also had a problem with the outrageous lengths to which Craven takes the whole concept of "muscle memory" (for lack of a better term). At one point, a character who knows nothing about aviation is somehow able to take-off, fly, and land a plane simply because he is using the body (but not the brain) of a former pilot. Sound plausible?
THE FOUNTAIN SOCIETY lays the foundation for a great story it never actually delivers. When Wes Craven attempts to inject excitement into the proceedings, he does so at the expense of brains. I give it four stars for the first half and two for the second.