Steven King has become experimental as of late. In his earlier works (after Richard Bachman, but before his car accident) he had a definite style–highly detailed, sickly twisted horror fantasies that tapped into our deepest fears (and gave us some new ones to haunt our dreams). Now, I’m not sure if this is actually what happened, but it seems like ever since Mr. King got hit by that car, his style has changed a bit. Perhaps he was beginning to explore different realms beforehand and the car accident was just a coincidence, but he has changed. His basic style is still there, but he’s adding to it, or taking away from it, or coming from a different direction or something. Whatever he’s doing, the result is different. He doesn’t seem to have a clearly defined point of view anymore…each new book is so different from any other he’s written that it can be hard to recognize it as a Steven King novel. I haven’t decided if this is good or bad yet…the books are hit or miss at the moment but I love this author so much I’m willing to keep trying no matter what I thought of his last work.
Cell is one of his newer books, and harkens back to some of the stories that made him great. It tells of a massive pulse sent out along phone waves that infects anyone who uses a cell phone. Think zombies without having to die first. The newly infected blindly attack anything that moves while the survivors struggle to continue in the living world. Hilarity and horror ensues. The story continues in a typical King fashion all the way until the end–which he just leaves kinda dangling. Strange. The major story was wrapped up mostly, but he ended everything on a cliffhanger which just left a strange taste in my mouth. One of his recent books doesn’t have an ending at all–it’s more the story of someone telling a mystery with no answer. Cell has that same unfinished quality, and I’m not sure if I like it or not. I guess time and more books will tell.