Scott

What an interesting dive into the creative mind of David Lynch. This book talks about a little bit of everything, from his childhood to art school to the moment he decided to become a filmmaker to the highs and lows of his career. All of it revolves around his deep love and longstanding practice of Transcendental meditation, the linchpin (pun intended) of his creative life. Well worth the read if you are a creative and interested in how other creatives think.

So good. Continues the excellent style that Cooke started with The Hunter. Also contains a quick, clipped graphic version of The Seventh, which boils that story down to its bones. Great surprise little addition.

This was the “it” book of the summer about five years ago, the one everyone was talking about and that everyone couldn't put down. It was supposed to be the page-turner with the twists you couldn't see coming. And so I too engulfed this one to see what everyone was talking about.

Truthfully, if I had to sum the book up in a word, it would be “meh”.

It's hard to give too much of a plot summary without giving too much away, and while I, unlike the rest of the world, did not think the book was all that and a bag of chips, I still don't wish to spoil it for those you enjoy these things more than I do. Or as my wife would describe it, “everyone else but you.”

Fair enough.

The essence of the plot, then, is that a woman named Rachel, down on her luck and sipping gin and tonics from a can while taking the train back and forth to London, fantasizes about what the people in the houses behind the tracks do, the kind of lives they lead. Her own life has fallen apart and she takes a kind of solace in the lives these fantasy people lead in her head. She has even given them names, since their real names are unknown to her.

Then, one day, she sees something as she's staring through the train window, something that turns her fantasy on its head. At that moment, her life changes from fantasies about these people to an all out obsession about what she saw. An obsession so deep, she risks her life and livelihood, and perhaps darkest of all, her integrity to get close enough to discover the truth.

It sounds like an enthralling premise, doesn't it? Critics have been using the term Hitchcockian to describe it. It does have a certain “Rear Window” quality to it, that strange voyeuristic quality of Jeff Jefferies looking out his back window and seeing something he thinks is a murder. But that's were the comparison ends. It starts with a voyeur and turns into a study of a life in freefall. In that regard, the book actually became hard to read. As the main character made bad, then worse, then catastrophic decisions, I wondered how much longer I could read until the unraveling of her life became too unpalatable. It never quite got there, but it came really darn close.

The plot relies largely on what the New York Times referred to as “unreliable narration”, meaning you can't trust what the narrator is telling you. Except that you can. The narration flickers between three narrators, all of the women, all of whom are involved in the plot. Each one has their quirks and problems, each has moments of fooling themselves, but that's really all they're fooling. Unreliable narration only goes so far, and when at least one of the characters is a blackout drunk, you can readily expect that their memory will be a bit, shall we say, fuzzy.

Another of the devices used to confuse the reader is a jumbling of the timing of the scenes. The cutting is designed to bring the reader back and forth and possibly add some confusion, but a careful reading will show that each chapter is timestamped. You get a certain anticipatory feeling as you near the time when you know that the precipitating event happened, and that you'll finally get to see it, feeling like maybe you'll be surprised by what's around the corner. But you aren't.

Or at least I wasn't.

Also, the book was written in the first person present tense. Don't get me started.

The climax doesn't twist nearly as much as everyone had been claiming it did. I found myself unsurprised at the ending, indeed, hoping for something different. I was disappointed when I was right.

Good story, competent (sometimes overly so) main character, but a little long-winded.

This was a stellar outing by King. A straight-up crime thriller with the kind of deeply involving characters King is adept at creating. Despite clocking in at over 500 pages, it is a brisk read, with barely a moment that isn't compelling or gripping. Highly recommended if you're looking for a good crime read and always wanted to give King a try but were too afraid to ask.