It's just unfortunate that it lacked any real originality or indeed a spark of enthusiasm for the tale that was present in so much of his older work. The novel was still an enjoyable read, with its fast paced nature, and plenty of unexpected twist and turns in the story to keep you gripped. The book draws towards a classic second rendition of the ending to "The Stand", and then seems to suddenly wrap itself up quickly, as if King himself simply got bored of writing the novel. Unfortunately this alone does not rescue the tired and weak storyline. The characters, as with all of King's novels, are easily liked and beautifully developed. As the novel progresses, King decides to take a new and interesting direction with the storyline, creating a weird and somewhat surreal tale.
Violence erupts everywhere, as those who are effected return to a primordial state of mind. The story sets out well, quickly throwing the reader into the devastating events of "The Pulse" that brings the world to its knees. Obviously Matheson's classic novel "I Am Legend" influenced this novel and indeed the whole post-apocalyptic genre immensely, as did Romero's "Dead" films. The novel begins with a dedication to both Richard Matheson and George Romero. Now with his new novel "Cell", we see very, very similar ideas being used once again with hints of "The Tommyknockers" thrown in as well. And why not? His 1978 novel "The Stand" proved to be a triumphant success, delivering a refreshing new angle to the popular genre. Romero's return to the "Dead" series with "Land Of The Dead", Stephen King has obviously decided that once again visiting the post-apocalyptic genre would be a good move. But what if this time the battery is full? Clay has to reach his son, before he reaches for his phone."Īfter the recent success of George A.
He makes the connection between those using their cell phones and the mayhem that ensues. In Boston, a young artist, Clayton Riddell, flees the explosive heart of the city. Within hours, those receiving calls would become insane or die. The virus was carried by every cellular phone operating in the world. By Halloween, every major city from New York to Moscow stank to the empty heavens, and the world as it had been was a memory. Two weeks later the skies belonged to the birds again, and the stock market was a memory. On October 1, God was in His heaven, the stock market stood at 10,140, and most of the planes were on time (except for those landing and taking off in Chicago, and that was to be expected). "Civilisation slipped into its second dark age on an unsurprising track of blood, but with a speed that could not have been foreseen by even the most pessimistic futurist.
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