I decided to park my blogging, editing, and writing over the Thanksgiving holiday and take it easy. There would be one family-filled day, but there were many other hours free to enjoy. I opted to splurge for a book. But it needed to be an escape. Take me away, author, set me free for several sweet hours…and I want it to be effortless ‘cause I’ve used up my quota of effort for the time being. You know the feeling.
This is not as easy as it sounds. More and more it’s difficult for me to enjoy commercial novels, a la The Da Vinci Code, because I come across so much poor craft that my hand itches for a red pen.
Luckily, on a drugstore book rack, I came across Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz. I’ve read Koontz before and, while sometimes his writing seemed a little overly informative to me, he surely has an imagination and can tell a tale, and it had been a few years. A cover blurb from Publishers Weekly promised that Odd Thomas was “Marvelous…this is Koontz working at his pinnacle.” I took a chance.
I was well rewarded, but with more than an entertaining story. Mr. Koontz’s firm grip on craft made me forget for a time previous abuses by less apt authors. Here are some of my thank-yous.
Dialogue tags: Deliciously few and far between. And, when they occurred, 99% of the time it was “said.” So clean, so smooth. You get a bonus lesson in dialogue tags in this book.
Storytelling: Sure, there were blurbs on the book cover that let me know about paranormal elements in the novel, but there wasn't much of a hint in the first 15 pages of the story. No, Koontz started with a charming, self-effacing character, narrating in the first person to lay down delicious little foreshadows. For example, he wakes on the morning of the story and sees, in his room…
The life-size cardboard figure of Elvis, part of a theater-lobby display promoting Blue Hawaii, was where I’d left it. Occasionally, it moves—or is moved—during the night.
That’s the first clue that not all is normal in this man’s world. But Koontz drops it there and we carry on with no more hints. Odd Thomas leaves for work and finds a girl waiting outside.
Penny Kallisto waited like a shell on a shore. She wore red sneakers, white shorts, and a sleeveless white blouse.
This is on page 9, and all seems perfectly normal. The girl leads him to a confrontation with the man who killed her. Yep, she’s a dead person, but Koontz doesn’t let us know that until page 15.
Characterization & tone: Koontz’s writing is fun and his character spins the yarn with a tongue-in-cheek tone that lightens the story throughout. For example, when Odd’s (that’s his first name) girlfriend wonders if his gift for seeing dead people is a gift or a curse, our protagonist says,
“It’s a gift.” Tapping my head, I said, “I’ve still got the box it came in.”
With a simple gesture and a twist of imagery, you get a feeling for the man. Here’s a swift turn of phrase characterizing the man who murdered the girl…
“…a diseased and twisted bramble of a soul, thorny and cankerous.”
Shudder. But then we meet a friend’s fearsome cat, Terrible Chester, that likes to pee on the protagonist’s shoes.
He regarded me appraisingly with contempt so thick that I expected to hear it drizzle to the floor with a spattering sound.
Thanks to foreshadowing and the gradual accumulation of events in this alternate reality, you are not surprised when our hero gets into a car and finds the ghost of Elvis sitting in the passenger seat. Apparently Elvis hangs out in this small town.
Odd Thomas is quirky and packed with wall-to-wall with impossibilities, but Koontz’s skill with storytelling makes it what I wanted for the holiday—a good read.
However…lest you think this is some kind of paean, I think there were opportunities to make the opening of the novel more compelling. Koontz spends a page or so with a tensionless (though well written) rendition of how unqualified and uninteresting his character is. Then he springs the line that I thought would make a great beginning:
I lead an unusual life.
Given that at the very beginning to raise questions and then the contrast of seeming mediocrity would have generated tension in me right from the start. The cachet of Koontz’s reputation allows him to ease into a story, but I wonder if he would have been as low-key in his early years.
Nonetheless, thank you, Dean Koontz, for a fun story and, even better, smooth craft that let me take it all in without thinking of my red pen.
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