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When I was a boy, I delved into Robert McCammon's Swan Song, and I was completely enamored with it. It was like a magical world that opened up before my eyes. About a year ago, I excitedly recommended it to a friend, only to be shocked when he didn't share my enthusiasm. This incident made me start to question everything I believed in and held to be true. Well, perhaps it wasn't that extreme, but it did make me wonder if it was my boyish, preformed mind that latched onto the book rather than any true brilliance on McCammon's part. Then came They Thirst, which only added to my confusion. To be honest, it just wasn't very good.
On the plus side, the story does move along at a brisk pace, and there are some nice action sequences that keep you on the edge of your seat. I also appreciate McCammon's ambition. There is more scope and depth than one might initially expect from a book of this sort. Additionally, McCammon gets points for casting religion in a positive light. In my experience, the more high-brow the literature, the more often the author takes cheap shots at Christianity. But in They Thirst, the Christians are portrayed as the good guys, which is a refreshing change.
However, in the debit column, the characters are disappointingly shallow, shallower than the graves that McCammon's vampires dig up. Even the central players boil down to tired cliches, and I dare you to try and care about any of them. Moreover, the story lacks cohesion. There are no satisfying tie-ins or throwbacks to give the narrative a sense of completeness. It's quite evident that this was an early effort, and unfortunately, it just wasn't much fun to read.
On the plus side, the story does move along at a brisk pace, and there are some nice action sequences that keep you on the edge of your seat. I also appreciate McCammon's ambition. There is more scope and depth than one might initially expect from a book of this sort. Additionally, McCammon gets points for casting religion in a positive light. In my experience, the more high-brow the literature, the more often the author takes cheap shots at Christianity. But in They Thirst, the Christians are portrayed as the good guys, which is a refreshing change.
However, in the debit column, the characters are disappointingly shallow, shallower than the graves that McCammon's vampires dig up. Even the central players boil down to tired cliches, and I dare you to try and care about any of them. Moreover, the story lacks cohesion. There are no satisfying tie-ins or throwbacks to give the narrative a sense of completeness. It's quite evident that this was an early effort, and unfortunately, it just wasn't much fun to read.