Stephen King’s joy in storytelling is palpable in this collection. This is a man who likes to write. To tell stories. And reading them is to climb on board and enjoy the thrill/rush/sheer pleasure of a good tale, well-told. I don’t think there’s anything in this collection as stunning as 1408 in Everything’s Eventual – which had me looking over my shoulder when I read it in broad daylight – but at least three of the ones collected here come pretty damn close.
The Little Green God of Agony is a flat-out horror cracker. The Dune has a terrific sting in the tail. And Summer Thunder is an end-of-the-world story that – for me, at least – packs a surprisingly emotional punch.
I think it’s his best collection since Night Shift.