Stephen King - Hearts in Atlantis
The master of horror and suspense turns his pen to more subtle storytelling in these five interconnected stories in which he explores the darker sides of human nature as he chronicles the 1960s and their aftermath in American life. Reprint.
|Fiction Subgenre||Literary Genres & Types Of Novels • Vietnam War, 1961-1975 • Asia / Southeast Asia|
|Professional Reviews||Book: "The most frustrating thing about HEARTS IN ATLANTIS is that, if you overlook the didactic baggage that weighs down the rest of the book, "Low Men in Yellow Coats" may be one of the finest things King has ever written.", Entertainment Weekly: "...[I]t's not just King's stories and their indelible moments...that explains his tight connection to readers. It's the man's uncanny talent for carefully rendering everyday life....Sounds right, feels right, so we respond with gratitude. [HEARTS IN ATLANTIS] might illustrate that primary effect better than anything else he's written.", Locus: "HEARTS IN ATLANTIS represents a working example of enormous power used in the service of the forces of good. What I mean here is this: [it] is neither a conventional novel nor a simple short story collection. It's five interconnected narratives...that constitute a sequential view from 1960 to 1999 of what the '60s meant....I suspect that HEARTS IN ATLANTIS lies particularly close to the writer's heart. It certainly does to mine. And I'm guessing that on a variety of unanticipated and surprising levels, it'll do the same with most of yours.", New York Times Book Review: "This time, instead of horror, King has written something with an emotional strategy much slower and much more diffuse. "Hearts in Atlantis" is a book about survivor guilt....King's novels have been his way of imagining what it would have been like to go...to a world where the past had an eerily strong grip on the present, where machines seemed sometimes to have more willpower than men, where nice boys found that killing attracted them, where bodies ruptured and burned and stank, where the evil things trying to kill you could look disconcertingly human and where, except in your imagination, it was almost impossible to be heroic."|