Stephen King is a terrible writer, and the proof can be found on the rear flap of this book, which declares that he "is the author of more than fifty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers." Years ago I attempted to read Salem's Lot but quit after a few chapters; this time I slogged through the thickets of rotten sentences and sawdust stuffing and inane dialogue and pointless brand name mentions to the very end, page 436. Mr. Mercedes comes with a promise that is more like a threat: It's the first book of a trilogy.
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