This is Stephen King you haven’t yet known. This is prose that does not rely on special effects, at times almost like a fairy tale, at times almost postmodern. This is harsh psychological insight and an “urban saga,” “hyperrealism” and “magical realism” all at once. This is the story of time and space viewed through the prism of the perceptions of the inhabitants of a small American town. This is us. Our century, our lives. Unvarnished—and without any gloss. For only in the kaleidoscope of trifles, according to King, can a multicolored picture of an era emerge...
