Got 300 (THREE HUNDRED) pages in before I decided to skim the final 200 (TWO HUNDRED) pages and I'm fucking appalled this got published, this guy somehow sells books, and has a cadre of other famous white male thriller/horror writers boosting him up as if he's some untouchable genius. Stephen King, you suck. Why are you out here gaslighting people into reading shit fucking books?
Lost Man's Lane is a bloated, over-indulgent, "my-reader-is-a-dumb-shit", insanely ill-thought out mess. I am not joking, every. single. 1990s. reference. is. explained. Every single one! Even shit like The Matrix, Y2K, The Sixth Sense, It, etc. How in the world was that okay'd? Both this asshat of a man and his publisher thought readers would ENJOY being talked to as if they've just appeared on this planet with literally zero access or knowledge of the 90s? Not even the 90s, the late 90s. And sure, they were "a long time ago", but even Gen Z is so obsessed with the 90s they're trying to bring back its style and yearn for it--they know. We know. We all fucking know. Why are you, Scott, explaining a fucking CD deck to me????
Then there's everything else about this book. A eye-roll inducing, young adult cringe-fest full of the most cliche characters imaginable. And the plot????? Fucking vampire hereditary cult ghost snakes??? Are you for real? Sure, it sounds cool on paper, but please believe me when I say it's literally trash. It's not even subtle. I am convinced this dude refuses to edit his work, refuses to rewrite anything, just thinks everything he touches is gold. He hits you, repeatedly, with the heaviest of hands (he so very clearly thinks his readers are--and excuse me but there's really no other way to say this--retarded) and over explains every single little detail as if he's some master (Stephen King sure thinks he is) of the craft and it's both necessary and wanted for him to hold your hand instead of let you figure anything out.
I cannot believe this book has so many glowing reviews. Are people dumb? Are they incapable of thinking critically? I mean, sure, there's a time and a place for popcorn thrillers, but holy shit, FIVE HUNDRED FUCKING PAGES of literally the stupidest fucking goddamn plotline about teenagers seeing ghost snakes everywhere is being touted as good???? And not even that, NOTHING IS THOUGHT THROUGH. I cannot stress this enough. It's like midway through writing Scott was like, "OoooOoOo, you know what? Imma give this character a blood disease and he's gonna have had it this whole time." So suddenly this character is all weakly and sick, when before he was lean, fit, and sexy. What in the mother fucking world??
I read Scott's previous book, The Chill, and that one was also a bloated mess, but I was more forgiving with it because it had a lot of interesting research about the sewers in New York, but this? My god.
Honestly, this book is just more proof (to me) that we're either all dead or in a simulation because there ain't no fucking way something like this should've ever been published and touted as "masterful storytelling".