by Stephen King and Peter Straub
A 750-page monster that's been taking up all my reading time with its non-allegorical, simplistic story. It was very well written in some ways. I enjoyed the passages that took place in America, because one or both of these writers has an expert eye for describing human foibles (the description and psychological outline of the inhabitants of the run-down, trashy town of Oatley was especially perspicacious).
However, there was no foreshadowing, no imagery that was not explained for the reader, no metaphor, nothing that makes a book a work of literature rather than escapism. There was also a lot of purple prose filler. My other main gripe is that the world of this book is one in which evil is always impalpably evil, and good is always recognizable. The hero, Jack Sawyer, did nothing especially strategic or thoughtful to defeat his enemies, he needed only to touch the forces of good to destroy evil. Simplistic, and not that exciting.