“From a Buick 8” by Stephen King

“From a Buick 8” by Stephen King
2002 by Scribner
ISBN: 0-7434-1768-2

“From a Buick 8” by Stephen King. Gripping. Stephen King has such an exquisite understanding of how to tunnel into the everyday and mundane to elicit horror. It’s like I could look at a loaf of bread and see a loaf of bread. But, when Stephen King looks at that very same loaf of bread he sees and understands and makes you look at the ground the wheat came from, the agony of the seeds as they sprouted, the arthritic pain the farmer has but still forces himself on. You get the idea. The horror of everyday stuff. But, such a lovely way he writes. It’s like I climbed into the Buick with him and for just a few moments understood what it was like.

“From a Buick 8” is like that. Just your normal group of people who are Pennsylvania State Troopers and how they protected John Q. Public from the menace of a very curiously made Buick which was delivered to them and left with them, in their custody. Every once in awhile that Buick takes a deep breath and spews horror into their midst or sucks things back to where it comes from.

It’s telling a story within a story as Sandy and the other PSP – Pennsylvania State Troopers tell the son of a dead trooper about his dad and the story of the Buick. Meanwhile, it sits out in Shed B waiting, waiting, waiting for just the right time to take another deep breath.

While I was reading this book I wrote about it a bit in my other blog and you can see that here.