Later by Stephen King
Might contain spoilers.
I could only stomach about half of this gruesome, unpleasant, unappealing, and uninteresting novel
that abounds with outdated stereotypes and a prurient obsession with the sex lives of Jamie’s
mother, Liz, and the barely-teenaged Jamie. The writing style is frustrating: ‘later’ might be what
the story is built around, but it’s an irritating device. It feels like Stephen King isn’t even
trying. I can’t believe this pulp cover belongs to one of his books, either (though I suppose it
might be the norm for the Hard Case Crime
series):
