A supernatural thriller from 'America's most popular suspense novelist' (Rolling Stone): his most chilling, gripping and original novel to date. Home for ten-year-old Fric Manheim is a vast Bel Air mansion. Somebody has to live there. His father, who owns it, is Hollywood's biggest star -- The Face -- but he's hardly ever in Hollywood. Fric's ...
A supernatural thriller from 'America's most popular suspense novelist' (Rolling Stone): his most chilling, gripping and original novel to date. Home for ten-year-old Fric Manheim is a vast Bel Air mansion. Somebody has to live there. His father, who owns it, is Hollywood's biggest star -- The Face -- but he's hardly ever in Hollywood. Fric's mother went her own way long ago, though she still has her own suite in the house, and a phone line -- it gets as few calls as line no.24, which is for receiving phone calls from the dead. Fric is pretty well home alone most of the time, with just the housekeeper Mrs McBee and the security chief Ethan Truman, Ex-LAPD. Fric would like to tell them about the pervert who rings him but he doesn't. He would like to tell his father, but when your father is The Face there is no chance of a private phone call. Anyway, he doesn't really believe that Moloch is coming to get him like the caller says. But he does carefully prepare a hiding place ...Ethan meanwhile is worried on account of the six black boxes addressed to The Face that have been delivered to the mansion, each containing cryptic, maybe sinister objects, snails, the scrabble letters WOE, an apple with a doll's eye in its core. Is the weirdo that sent them threatening The Face? Then phone line 24 starts ringing and its voicemail is activated. Only The Face and his spiritual adviser Ming du Lac have a key to the all-white room where the phone is. Ethan doesn't -- and though he will track down the source of the black boxes, he won't understand what they mean without the help of the caller to line no. 24. By the time he realizes this the worst will already have happened ...
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Publishers Weekly, 2003-05-05 The final pages of Koontz's newest are uplifting enough to make Cain repent and Pilate weep. And there's much else in this novel to savor-and savor it readers must, because some of the book is slow going (it's also much too long). There's scarcely an author alive who, judging by his books, loves the English language more than Koontz; there's certainly no bestselling author of popular fiction who makes more use of figures of speech and whose sentences offer more musicality. That can be Koontz's weakness as well as strength, however. Koontz is also one of the great suspense authors, and when he's fashioned a particularly robust plot to carry his creative prose, as in last year's By the Light of the Moon, he's an Olympian. But when he stretches a thin story line beyond resilience, the language can overcome the narrative like kudzu vines. That happens here, despite the tale's grandeur and strong lines. The eponymous Face is the world's biggest movie star; he doesn't appear in the novel, but his smart, geeky 10-year-old son, Fric, takes center stage, as does Ethan Truman, cop-turned-security chief of the Face's elaborate estate and Fric's main human protector when one Corky Laputa, who's dedicated his life to anarchy, decides to sow further disorder by kidnapping this progeny of the world's idol. Fric's secondary protector was also human, a mobster, until he recently died and became Fric's (somewhat inept) guardian angel. Most of the narrative concerns Corky's abominations and Ethan and Fric's dawning awareness, via numerous uncanny events, of the unfolding horror. Koontz's characters are memorable and his unique mix of suspense and humor absorbing; but his overwriting-e.g., a chapter of about 2,000 words to describe Corky's coverup of a murder, when a sentence or two would have sufficed-make this worthy novel less than a dream. Still, great kudos to Koontz for creating, within the strictures of popular fiction, another notable novel of ideas and of moral imperatives. (On sale May 27) Forecast: Koontz regularly publishes one novel a year, usually around the year-end holidays. Will the market buy one just six months after his last? Sure it will: look for this to hit #1. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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