Seriously--is this the best American vampire novel ever? I think it is. I've been reading constantly since 4 p.m. yesterday afternoon until this afternoon, taking breaks only to eat, sleep, and watch the Kerry/Bush debate. Now I'm done.
Best thing about it--no longwinded elaborate vampire backstory. That's why I can't stand most modern vampire books or movies--I don't care what the master vampire was doing in London in 1762, and I don't want to hear about some sort of elaborate means that's necessary to take out a vampire boss or whatever. Time wasted with backstory is time better spent having vampires kill people, and King knows this. So the vampires in 'Salem's Lot can vanish into thin air. Why? Because they're vampires. That's all you need to know.
I also like the pacing--it takes fully 200 pages for things to kick off, but there's a carefully controlled sense of dread in the opening that ramps up until the shit hits the fan, and just keeps hitting it. The opening is spent developing characters, so that when some of them are turned, you actually feel sympathy for them instead of just thinking, "Yeah, I knew he was going to get it," as you would when watching a mediocre horror film.
What a great book. (And would other posters please not spoil
for me--I read this to get up to speed for that.)
Best thing about it--no longwinded elaborate vampire backstory. That's why I can't stand most modern vampire books or movies--I don't care what the master vampire was doing in London in 1762, and I don't want to hear about some sort of elaborate means that's necessary to take out a vampire boss or whatever. Time wasted with backstory is time better spent having vampires kill people, and King knows this. So the vampires in 'Salem's Lot can vanish into thin air. Why? Because they're vampires. That's all you need to know.
I also like the pacing--it takes fully 200 pages for things to kick off, but there's a carefully controlled sense of dread in the opening that ramps up until the shit hits the fan, and just keeps hitting it. The opening is spent developing characters, so that when some of them are turned, you actually feel sympathy for them instead of just thinking, "Yeah, I knew he was going to get it," as you would when watching a mediocre horror film.
What a great book. (And would other posters please not spoil
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