I’d argue that most Stephen King stories aren’t so much about the horror or fantastic elements in the story so much as they’re about how those horrific or fantastic elements affect ordinary people. King’s great strength is taking ordinary characters, developing them a bit and then setting them down in some circumstance and watching how they deal with it. For some like Jack Torrence, they go mad. For others, like Roland the Gunslinger, they become a sort of anti-hero. But in all of these stories, the insanity of the worlds King creates are grounded by characters who feel authentic.
For King, it’s less about the destination and more about the journey. Let’s see how these characters react to things, he seems to say.
Such is the case with his latest novel The Colorado Kid.
Really, to call it a novel is stretching the defintion, especially by the tome sized standard King has set with previous novels. Weighing it at just under 200 pages, this one might be better classified as a novella. Luckily, it’s part of the Hard Case Crime series and is published to increase the visiblity of the line (it helped me with as I’ve read half a dozen of the other books published under this banner). Also, it’s offered at a lower price to the consumer. So, if it only takes you a couple of hours to read, you’re only out six bucks and not the price of a hard-cover.
Now, I will warn you-those of you looking for a neat, tidy little mystery might want to look elsewhere. King acknowledges this in his afterward saying this novel will be one that fans love or hate with little middle ground. And I can see why. The story is one of a dead body discovered on a beach in Maine and how the investigation into solving that mystery affects his family, the people around him and two newspaper reporters who have kept the story to themselves all these years. The story is told by the two guys to a young female reporter so they can share the secret and keep it going. Again, let me say that this is not a neat, tidy package where thing will all be resolved in the end. King offers up some solutions and bits of answers, but there is no great denouncement or a smoking gun. In short-this ain’t an Agatha Christie mystery where the culprit is denounced by the final chapter after a lot of red herrings over the course of the novel.
Instead, what you get is a story of how the mystery affects everyone is comes in contact with. Some are forever changed, some aren’t. And King’s greatest strength-creating intersting characters, whether it be for two pages or 180 plus-is fully on display here. There is little or no supernatural stuff happening here, but instead an interesting little story that is a pleasant way to spend a few hours with a good book.