Title: An Irritatingly Disappointing Waste of Time...
Product review: I bought this book with high hopes. I slogged through four hundred pages of overwrought prose and recondite (and often contrived) references. Again and again I battled back the thickening boredom. I vowed not to lay the book aside because I was sure that Mr. King would bring it all together in some interesting and meaningful flourish. Gawdalmighty, was I wrong. This book is a massive and insulting waste of time. And the insult is aggravated by the showy-learned tone of the whole thing. I have never read any other books by Mr. King. And he can rest assured I never will.
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