

Definitely not my favorite early work by King. The front half is extremely anxiety-inducing as Dawes allows his self-destructive impulses free rein, and the destruction of his personal and professional life reaches its logical conclusion. The second half builds to a predictable finale that leaves an empty sadness in its wake. Ultimately, this is a book that examines the twin marches of time and progress in terms of what they strip away. 3/5