Dean Koontz: "Velocity"
Every now and then I like to read a Koontz or a King or another one of those super-best-selling authors, to remind myself how they do it. What sells. What is devoured by the masses. Try as I might (which I don't, actually, but some may say perhaps I should), I just can't bring myself to dislike such populist fiction. I've always enjoyed the easy, flowing nature of Koontz. His books have such a strong and real sense of character, they grip you from the beginning and don't let go, and they never cease to be hugely entertaining. What more could be asked for in a novel?
The latest, for me, is "Velocity": about a highly intelligent, creative and anonymous-to-the-end psychopath, who sets the protagonist a series of challenges, a series of choices, whereby he (Billy Wiles) will decide whether, for example, an old woman dies or a pretty young blond dies, etc, etc. The book is relentless, dark and philosophical, exploring the more undesirable parts of the human psyche. Yes, it's entertaining and gripping, but after the first chapter, it never lets you feel comfortable. It asks such questions as "how far would you go to save a loved one?" and "what is the nature of art?" and at every stage in Billy Wiles' disintegration you continue to feel a profound and painful sympathy for his situation and the choices he is forced to make.
Koontz was once the master of the formulaic dark fantasy, with almost inevitable romantic overtones, but his work has become darker and more complex. "Velocity" exemplifies the epitomy of this evolution. Populist he may be, but easy on the soul he is not!
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