TEotWaWKI Book Review: Cell by Stephen King
Stephen King is the go to guy when you want a great TEotWaWKI story. I have reviewed The Mist and I need to so for The Stand, which I haven’t read that since pre-SHTF days. That is the granddaddy of all end-of-the-world stories. I figured his novel Cell wouldn’t disappoint.
I was wrong. I don’t want to say this book is bad. I really respect Mr. King. This is also his first book after his horrific car accident. It is still infinitely better than anything I could write. Let’s just say that it’s not his best book, but it has it’s moments.
The opening grabs you right away. You barely have time to absorb the ordinary world before he brings it crashing down via cells phones that corrupt callers’ brains, driving them into homicidal rages. This is Stephen King at his best:
- Pass the test of immediate survival, but just barely.
- Assemble a small group and seek shelter.
- Figure out what the fuck to do now.
I’m lapping this up as it’s classic TEotWaWKI story-telling, but then we hit some speed bumps. The writing’s not that good. It feels rushed, lacking an editor’s touch. I may be unusual in this way, but these kind of mistakes begin to affect my ability to suspend disbelief. Some of the story flaws begin to nibble at me:
- Driving is a task that can rarely be accomplished because the roads are all clogged. I’m not buying this. Sure, there will be clots of vehicles, and you may have to drive off to the side, but I cannot imagine it would severely restrict you to the level represented in the book. At least that wasn’t my personal experience during the outbreak.
- The “zombies” behaved weirdly. I can’t go into detail on this since it would involve serious spoilers, but this ultimately killed it for me.
I’m not saying there aren’t worthwhile lessons. He was correct to point out that obtaining one or more fire arms is a top priority. Also, group cohesion is extremely important. There are times when you’ll need to subordinate your desires for the good of the group. Truly, though, you’re better off reading some of his other works. My apologies, Mr. King.