We went to the library last weekend and I picked up Ghosts Know by Ramsey Campbell. I've read many of his short stories and even some of the clunkers are worth reading.
This was a nothing book. I was patient for the first stretch, but you'll spend 280 pages waiting for it to really begin, and then it ends. A man is sort of being framed for murder by a psychic because people are irrational. That's fine as a set-up, but then nothing really happens through the rest of the book. The consequences of that, but it rattles on until 20 pages from the end. I read that Campbell had been stewing on this story for 30+ years before finally writing it, but I think it needed to stay buried, because there just wasn't anything to it.
Also, whatever area of Britain this is, I never want to go there if the novel is an accurate depiction. Everyone is condescending, evasive, and answers every question with a question.
"Did you park your car over there?"
"Why would I?"
"What color is it?"
"What kind of color do you think my car would be?"
"How come you answer every question with a question?"
"Wouldn't you?"
I hope his other novels are better, as I really love his short stories. But at least when Stephen King writes a bad book, finishing it is like stepping off a wild ride. I feel like I just spent 280 pages in a traffic jam.
This was a nothing book. I was patient for the first stretch, but you'll spend 280 pages waiting for it to really begin, and then it ends. A man is sort of being framed for murder by a psychic because people are irrational. That's fine as a set-up, but then nothing really happens through the rest of the book. The consequences of that, but it rattles on until 20 pages from the end. I read that Campbell had been stewing on this story for 30+ years before finally writing it, but I think it needed to stay buried, because there just wasn't anything to it.
Also, whatever area of Britain this is, I never want to go there if the novel is an accurate depiction. Everyone is condescending, evasive, and answers every question with a question.
"Did you park your car over there?"
"Why would I?"
"What color is it?"
"What kind of color do you think my car would be?"
"How come you answer every question with a question?"
"Wouldn't you?"
I hope his other novels are better, as I really love his short stories. But at least when Stephen King writes a bad book, finishing it is like stepping off a wild ride. I feel like I just spent 280 pages in a traffic jam.