This is the Stephen King you didn't know yet. This is prose that does not strive for external effect, at times almost fantastic, at times almost postmodernist. This is cruel psychologism and an “urban saga”, “hyperrealism” and “magical realism” - at the same time. This is a story of time and space, filtered through the lens of a small American town. This is us. Our century, our life. Without embellishment - and without varnishing. For only in a kaleidoscope of little things, according to King, can a multicolored picture of an era be formed...