Title: Pretentious Junk
Product review: This is the worst novel I have read (almost completed) in ages, let alone the worst by Koontz. The worst of it is that Koontz keeps quoting T.S. Eliot, perhaps in an attempt to impress and lift his overwritten drivel into the realms of what is so loosely termed 'literary fiction'. At least I got a laugh out of the purple prose, but the unacknowledged 'borrowings' from Eliot angered me. The book is plotless, themeless, without anything near real characterization, all couched in overblown language - in short, worthless, even if you wait for the paperback.
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