Talk about 'condemned by faint praise'! This book was just okay. It suffered from being overly long and far too predictable.
I did enjoy the first two-thirds of it. However, when I realized that the author was truly going to opt for a saccharine ending, my enthusiasm waned. Up until that point, my only real lingering doubt had been regarding the plausibility of some of the story line. Would there really be an abundance of canned food and fizzy drinks lying around after seven years? Would they really still have gas for their vehicles? And would the settlement of Mary's Rest really transform from a feral, brutal, and violent group of muggers and rag tags into a loving and supportive community virtually overnight?
Ultimately, this book was reductive and moralistic in a way that didn't appeal to me. Take Job's Mask, for instance. It's a hard and crusty face covering developed over the years by victims closest to the point of the nuclear explosions. When these masks crack and fall off, all the good guys end up with smooth and flawless skin and a healthy head of hair, with 'their true souls shining through'. Can you guess what happens to the villains? They end up with very ugly faces because they have been very, very bad! There are no shades of grey for this author, no sirree!
The characters develop predictably, as does the whole story. The 'crown' hailed as the main magical savior of all the good people seems to just fade away. Items that were almost too much for me included the reappearance of the president, the sunshine and the stars, 'though I think the author forgot the rainbows and unicorns.....
I had expected this book to be better based on the reviews I read. It's not a great indictment that at 83% of the book, I wasn't sure I had the will to continue, especially considering how lengthy it is. I had come so far...
In the end, it was an interesting enough account of a post-apocalyptic world. I've seen it compared and contrasted to The Stand. In my opinion, they are about the same in terms of quality and interest and in their possible use as a door stop. Ultimately, though, The Road is a superior post-apocalyptic account. It's much more concise and spare, and therefore more effective in its delivery.
I’m gonna keep this review short.
Epic book! It is, without a doubt, probably one of the greatest pieces of literature ever. This post-apocalyptic adventure fantasy horror is filled with action and drama that will keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish.
The character of Black Frankenstein is simply amazing. He rules the story with his presence and charisma. However, Job’s Mask is not so good. It adds an element of mystery and perhaps a bit of unease.
One thing is for sure, make sure you never visit Roland’s black trailer. It’s a place that holds many secrets and perhaps some horrors.
This book made me laugh, it made me cry, and I cried some more after it ended. I didn’t want it to end. It was that good.
Done.
Reading a particularly wordy and thick book is an experience that includes not only hunger and the desire to see what comes next but also a feeling of wonder about how it will end. Tolkien was a master at knowing when to stop, and while he had the advantage of appendices and posthumous notes, he truly understood the art of conclusion. Sadly, Robert McCammon lacks this skill. His last concluding chapters seem to strain every muscle to make one forget the good work of the earlier chapters.
When a book starts with a nuclear holocaust, the chances of a happy ending are slim. However, if one believes in a post-Ragnarok-like postscript, then perhaps they can buy into the hastily worded happy ending. Nevertheless, I remember the thrilling reactions I had to some of the passages, such as the mystery of the Friend, the recovery of Sister Creep's sanity, the feeble powers of Leona Skelton, the stark madness of the criminally insane ward's residents being unleashed, the clash between the wild and lost men, and the unending winter. All in all, it's not a bad book, and that's reflected in my rating.