Fiona’s thwarted attempts to get people to take her
seriously, and to get some help finding Kit, are cleverly contrived, and the
circumstances that lead to the necessity of her going it alone are quite
believable; even sort of familiar to anyone who has had “one of those
days.” The plotting here struck me as
quite intelligent, showing the strengths of this author that we, frankly, hadn’t
seen all that much of yet. This smart
plotting continues throughout the climactic action of the book, even though the
climax is a rather lengthy one, involving a rather cat-and-mouse game of second
guessing between the protagonists and the murderer. Very enjoyable.
One rather droll prose faux
pas: “’…Why don’t you come over and
we’ll have a look?’ ‘Now?’ Joanne could
hardly believe her luck. ‘Sure … Get
yourself over here and we’ll see what we can dig out.’ Joanne didn’t need asking twice.” Well, okay, the second asking wasn’t really a
question, but… And after Fiona
accidentally kills the murderer, “[The
police] had finally accepted that there had been nothing calculated in her
actions; a few seconds either way and the outcome would have been quite
different … Somehow, miraculously, she had landed [on his back] at precisely
the right moment.” Did we really need a
“miracle” to resolve the climax? The
fact that she took a flying leap off the edge of a ravine to attack him before
he could kill Kit was an act of unthinking courage – no miracle necessary.
There was a point earlier on where I had to wonder if we
were going to see the mystery of the murderer’s identity solved by the use of
the old “identical twin” trick. We were
spared that – sort of; “’It covers all the practical stuff of how he laid his
plans and carried them out. How he gave
the Spanish police the slip when he was supposedly over there in
Fuengirola. It turns out he has a cousin
who lives in Spain. This cousin lent
Blake his car, and simply stayed at the villa when Blake was over in the UK and
Ireland … They looked similar, and as long as the Spanish cops saw someone
answering Blake’s description when they cruised past the place a couple of
times a day, it never occurred to them that it wasn’t him.’” Sigh.
And then there’s that “riding into the sunset”
scene at the end – always a difficult thing to pull off convincingly, getting
botched more often than not; “’… we both reckon we should at least listen to
what the other has to say, now the dust has settled.’ Fiona looked out over the Heath. ‘Is that what’s happened?’ ‘Isn’t that always what happens after the
world gets turned upside down?’ Steve said.
‘Even if it takes a while, the dust always settles.’ Wow.
As if sensing that ending with a Humphrey Bogart-style set of clichés
was not satisfying, our author wraps up by having Fiona write a letter to her
dead sister, as assigned by her post-traumatic stress counselor to help rid
herself of the irrational feelings of guilt she has felt ever since her
sister’s murder. This is well done –a
very thoughtful and fitting end to the story, in my opinion.
Before vampires became sympathetic characters with their own alternate worlds, complete with vampire coffee shops and vampire politics, they used to be bad guys, scary not sexy, and they preferred wreaking havoc in horror novels rather than exuding tortured sensitivity in YA coming-of-age fiction. Fortunately, we don’t need to go all the way back to Dracula and Boris Karloff to remember those halcyon days: we have Stephen King’s ’Salem’s Lot, from 1975. - Booklist
Week 1: Chapters 1-4
October’s book of the month; “'Salem's Lot,” by the incomparable Stephen King!
Stephen King's second book, 'Salem's Lot (1975)--about the slow takeover of an insular hamlet called Jerusalem's Lot by a vampire patterned after Bram Stoker's Dracula--has two elements that he also uses to good effect in later novels: a small American town . . . and a mixed bag of rational, goodhearted people, including a writer, who band together to fight that evil. Simply taken as a contemporary vampire novel, 'Salem's Lot is great fun to read, and has been very influential in the horror genre. But it's also a sly piece of social commentary… - Amazon.com Review
Before vampires became sympathetic characters with their own alternate worlds, complete with vampire coffee shops and vampire politics, they used to be bad guys, scary not sexy, and they preferred wreaking havoc in horror novels rather than exuding tortured sensitivity in YA coming-of-age fiction. Fortunately, we don’t need to go all the way back to Dracula and Boris Karloff to remember those halcyon days: we have Stephen King’s ’Salem’s Lot, from 1975. - Booklist
Week 1: Chapters 1-4
(First post, 10-10-14)
Week 2: Chapters 5-9
Week 3: Chapters 10-13
Week 4: Chapters 14-Epilogue
Week 3: Chapters 10-13
Week 4: Chapters 14-Epilogue
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