Stephen King returns to the fray, this time back to flying solo after his last work, a collaboration with his son Owen on last year’s ‘Sleeping Beauties’.
A child is brutally murdered in what seems an open and shut case – eye witnesses, fingerprints and forensics all point incontrovertibly to one man, a respected local baseball coach. Until that is, he produces an unbreakable alibi that he was visiting another city at the time, and surely a man can’t be in two places at once.
This novel early on has a definite feel of the Mr Mercedes trilogy about it – a police procedural with a supernatural aspect gradually encroaching – and that’s something that develops more the further you get into the story. It’s difficult to say too much without giving plot details away, but certainly no-one captures and evokes life in small town America as well as King, and this novel really plays to his strengths.
This is one of those books where you will find yourself rationing the number of pages you read each night to eke it out. A very good read indeed, and as King approaches his sixtieth novel it’s reassuring to » Continue Reading.