I have to say that aside from "Boy's Life", it seems I'm not fated to like any of Robert McCammon's books. "Stinger" felt like it dragged on forever. I nearly DNFed (Did Not Finish) it, but I decided to persevere and finish it just so I could count it as a bingo read. In the end, I didn't have any real concern for any of the characters we were introduced to. I wasn't scared, and I was just relieved when I reached the end.
The dying town of Inferno, Texas is on its last legs. In a few months, when the local high school closes, there won't be anything left of the town. When a spacecraft crashes, the remaining members of the town are left to fend off an alien calling itself Stinger. Stinger is in pursuit of another alien named Daufin.
Ultimately, I think if the book had been edited more thoroughly, or if we had focused on very few points of view (POVs), it might have worked better for me. I also didn't really care for Daufin that much. Taking over the little girl named Stevie and using her as a "guardian" didn't seem like something a good alien would do.
The writing didn't touch me at all. And McCammon has previously been able to make me cry with his writing. This time, I just felt bored. The flow was also quite bad. I think jumping between 10 - 15 characters was a big part of the problem. Some chapters were long, while others were only a few pages.
Unfortunately, the ending also fell flat for me. It didn't have the impact or the satisfaction that I was hoping for.
Deep down, in the very heart of the blackness, something perhaps stirred—a cautious, sluggish movement; an ancient entity, reflecting on the glimmer of light that reached it through the murk. Then it became still once more, ruminating and amassing strength.
McCammon devotes some time to构建 his story and his characters. This is one of the elements I relish about horror novels such as these; it offers a truly immersive experience. However, I wasn't overly fond of the entire Renegades vs Rattlesnakes gang war aspect. It seemed forced and out of place in the setting, and just a touch cheesy. But then...
[Her] face had begun to lose its color, assuming a waxy, greyish hue. Her legs had started to tremble, and she whispered it again: “Sting-er.” And in that whisper was the sound of absolute terror.
...enter Stinger in a spectacular manner. Things rapidly deteriorate from here, in the most excellent way possible.
The shape emerged from the smoke and lurched into the candlelight that poured from the church’s windows.
Stinger isn't a particularly subtle novel. The horror it presents is rather bloody and unapologetically in-your-face, accompanied by some rather engaging descriptive prose to推动 the story forward. In broad terms, the Stinger of the title is indeed an alien creature that terrorizes a small Texas town, just as the synopsis would lead you to anticipate. However, there is far more beneath the surface (no pun intended), and the plot was a bit more complex than I had expected.
What had sounded like an army was actually only one creature, but the sight of such an unholy thing pierced terror through [him]. He felt as if his insides were withering.
Stinger doesn't break a great deal of new ground (again, no pun intended), and you could conceivably draw parallels with other 80s horror novels where the antagonist takes on different forms. However, the scientific twist McCammon introduces here at least attempts to make some sense of what would otherwise have been a lot of metaphysical strangeness. This is where the novel distinguishes itself from the rest.
The story does get quite scary, but it's also somewhat unrelenting with numerous close encounters and chase scenes that, although they will leave you with a racing heart, do slightly dull the spook factor. I really enjoyed it, though, and could have considered awarding a five-star rating. But, as I've already mentioned, the “gang” dynamic (rattlers vs ‘gades) wasn't quite to my liking, and I can't help but feel that the novel would have been better without it.
Recommended for fans of 80s Horror and SF Horror.
He stood up, unhurriedly, and walked towards her with the knife raised and the merry glint of madness in his eyes.