Kids playing. Lovers strolling. Just another summer night in New York. And all the while, under the hot city streets they gathered, the tiny machines of destruction, moved by primordial instincts as old as time itself. Slowly, relentlessly, they began their blind slithering ascent toward the teeming world above them. A world that was soon to know a nightmare of bloody carnage and undreamed of horror...
2.5; like dozing off in front of the tv and waking to USA Up All Night showing a b-movie that isn't very exciting or original, but competently made enough to make getting up and doing something else seem like too much work; that said the final act, when all hell bursts loose at long last, and the surprisingly ambiguous ending, add a much needed lift to the otherwise underwhelming goings-on.
Grabbed this from a used bookstore and spent the last year and a half doing this as a group read aloud during down time. A fun and funny experience, but not something I’ll ever recommend.
200 pages of bureaucracy followed by 18 of the most bonkers pages to ever end a book.
A terrific story if you like scenes of city officials yelling at each other. Ostensibly about alligators living in the sewers of New York, it takes over 100 pages for the monsters to show up. Presumably the author is trying to create suspense despite the fact that THERE ARE ALLIGATORS ON THE COVER OF THE BOOK.
This is also another book where the author more-or-less throws up his hands at the end and lets the entire thing sputters to a halt with no real resolution. The only really interesting facet of the book is the causal way it portrays New York City municipal corruption. At one point, one of our heroes puts his mistress up in an expensive hotel and puts it on his department's tab with nary an eyelash batted. Otherwise, for '70s trash horror novel fans only.