"Shadowfires" has more in common with those B-movie features from the '50s filmed in someone's backyard out in the California desert, and in particular, this story reminds me of Robert Clarke's "The Hideous Sun Demon." If you like those kinds of creature features, the prolific Dean Koontz has a book for you. Not only is this a delightful homage to classic monster movies, it is served up as a rich jambalaya of an 80s politically incorrect action adventure, a techno thriller, a serial killer romp, a thoughtful commentary about the Vietnam War, and a sensitive psychological portrait of narcissism as a defense against sexual trauma.
In a nutshell, the book concerns a young woman, Rachael, who is divorcing her ridiculously rich husband who runs a genetics lab with grants from the Pentagon. During an argument, the husband, Eric, runs out into traffic and is killed by a garbage truck. But a few hours later, his body is missing from the morgue, and mysterious men in black driving big Cadillacs and welding some serious firepower are hunting Rachael and her new boyfriend. Meanwhile, Orange County detectives are investigating a series of brutal murders that seemed to be linked to Eric and his genetic research. The whole thing becomes a frantic race across the American West as four different factions converge onto Las Vegas where the stakes were never higher.
This was a fun and thrilling ride that was worth every bit of time it took to read the over 400 pages of action-packed prose. I really was surprised how many genre styles and ideas Koontz was able to thrust into one novel while still allowing for quite sophisticated themes and story arcs. Usually novels that are this busy feel rushed and cramped, but not so here. Koontz even takes his time among the mayhem immersing the reader in beautifully descriptive narration, leaving no opportunity missed for you to hear the wind hissing through the vast desert and the screech of the cicadas in the forest, to smell the ozone in the air during a thunderstorm and the scent of pine in the mountains.
I really don't have much negative to say about this book. The only thing that annoyed me was we had another female heroine with "Titian" hair. Why is it that so many science fiction writers love their women with titian hair, and have to remind you of their titianishness every chance they get? I'm looking at you E.E. "Doc" Smith! But really, this book only loses a star because I can't say the premise is vastly original. But if you jump with joy and slap in a limp bag of popcorn in the microwave when you hear that TCM is showing a Roger Corman marathon, you will love this book.
So what surprises me even more is that of Koontz's bibliography, you don't hear this book often discussed by his fans. It certainly is no masterpiece, but if you are ever in the mood for some entertaining scifi scares, where Marlboro men and titian women kick some armed thugs and some toothy monsters around, crack open a copy this summer while lounging by the smoking grill or hanging out at the beach. You'll have a good time.