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| Descrizione | Stephen King - Cell, [RTF + MP3 - ENG ] [Tntvillage.org]
Autore: stephen king
Titolo: Cell
Pagine: 503
Anno: 2006
Lingua: Inglese
Dimensione del file: 63.4 MB (66,580,480 bytes)
Formato del file rtf - MP3
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Guardian
‘Very clever and brilliantly written... you won\'t use your mobile for days.\' --.
Mark Billingham, Daily Mail
\'Fans will rejoice that King has gone back to his horror-novel roots\'
So Stephen King\'s \"Cell\" invokes the events of Sept. 11, 2001, the kind of disaster in which \"clothes floated out of the sky like
big snow.\" It echoes the upheaval caused by last year\'s monstrous tsunami and Hurricane Katrina. It reflects the violent anarchy to
be found in Iraq. It shivers at the threat of bioterrorism and the menace of computer technology.
And it savages the ubiquitous hand-held telephones of the title. As this novel sees the world of cellphone communications, it\'s a
Tower of Babel made of cobwebs. Here comes Mr. King, ending his nonsabbatical from writing straightforward horror fiction, to blow
those cobwebs away.
\"Cell\" begins with a big, graphic jolt. On a pleasant October afternoon in downtown Boston (beware any scene featuring an innocent
ice cream truck), everything suddenly goes crazy. People attack strangers, break things and speak in wild gibberish, all as a
consequence of the brain zapping that the book calls The Pulse. It has been delivered via cellphone. Only the Luddites and
phone-phobes are safe. So far, so good - although it would have been better had Mr. King not agreed to promote \"Cell\" with cellphone
ring tones being sold by his publisher.
Anyone who uses a cellphone (Mr. King does not) has been zombified: in a book dedicated to two pioneers in this thematic area,
Richard Matheson and George Romero, Mr. King creates a \"Night of the Living Dead\" scenario with a technological twist. \"Except these
people aren\'t dead,\" explains a still-sentient Boston police officer. \"Unless we help them, that is.\"
Mr. King spends part of \"Cell\" contemplating the essential darkness of human nature. Stripped of social constraints, the Pulse
people create a Hieronymous Bosch tableau of hellish depravity. They can be found reeling, staggering, biting their own mothers or
fighting over Twinkies.
The author\'s mouthpiece, a comic book artist named Clayton Riddell, finds time to take the long view about this disintegration and
comeuppance. \"Three days ago we not only ruled the earth, we had survivor\'s guilt about all the other species we\'d wiped out in our
climb to the nirvana of round-the-clock cable news and microwave popcorn,\" Clay observes. \"Now we\'re the Flashlight People.\"
But once the pyrotechnics of The Pulse are over and the exodus from Boston begins, much of \"Cell\" is a literal trudge. Clay is
thrown together with a few de facto comrades, among them a teenage girl named Alice who gives the book its Lewis Carroll aspect.
Together, they begin heading north, road by road, town by town. Clay is from Maine. (Where else? This is a Stephen King novel.) For
not-so-imaginative motivation, the book gives him a son named Johnny, who may have been using a cellphone when the blight struck -
or may still be able to be saved.
The cell-from-hell premise gives this story an instantly powerful hook. But there are times when the book threatens to become all
hook and no fish. Though \"Cell\" is not unduly long, it moves slowly and somewhat repetitively along its highway of horrors. And Mr.
King is in no hurry to build upon the Pulse idea after he has deployed its initial shock value.
When the book\'s overview begins to emerge, though, it justifies the dawdling. The zombies evolve in interesting ways. Midway through
the book, Mr. King takes the story to a private school that has become a post-Pulse campground and reveals the telepathic patterns
that have begun to shape collective behavior. It is the author\'s little joke that these messages are delivered via the worst
easy-listening songs he can name, to the point where Lawrence Welk and \"You Light Up My Life\" become part of the apocalypse.
\"Who is this guy?\" Alice asks, upon hearing Michael Bolton.
\"Honeybunch,\" one of the story\'s elders tells her, \"you don\'t want to know.\"
By this private-school midpoint, the book has regained its initial steam. (The school\'s head, Charles Ardai, is named for the former
Internet mogul whose Hard Case Crime series published \"The Colorado Kid,\" the experiment in detection that was Mr. King\'s last
effort to stay unbusy.) Now the behavior of the undead starts to change quickly.
And Mr. King\'s visions of shared thinking, flocking, parroting and telekinesis are not all that far removed from the real perils of
Internet linkage and synchronicity. (\"It\'s like being nudged by a hand, only inside your brain,\" one character explains, describing
an all-too-familiar cyber-sensation.) In a final round that is worth the whole game, Mr. King suggests a form of salvation that
could exist only in an eerily computer-connected and privacy-free world.
\"Cell\" displays the author\'s habit of beginning with a real-world idea and following it into a hazy dreamscape, only to re-emerge
from the vortex when his cautionary tale is over. In that sense, and in the visceral impact of its descriptions (out comes an old
man\'s eye, with \"a loose, gobbety plopping sound\" , this is a traditional King narrative studded with alarming signs of the times.
To indicate that the author\'s ambitions exceed repeating himself, \"Cell\" ends with a facsimile of 12 handwritten passages of Mr.
King\'s next and very different-sounding novel, \"Lisey\'s Story,\" scheduled for release in October. Unlike \"Cell\" ring tones, this is
a welcome and legitimate form of promotion.
\"Cell\" is graced with another gorgeous cover by Mark Stutzman, who translates Mr. King\'s thoughts into spectacular pulp
illustrations. The cover depicts a smashed phone, an eerie figure, a burning city and what looks like a crushed cup from a popular
coffee-shop chain. Watch out, Starbucks. You don\'t want Mr. King imagining your worst-case scenario. |
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