Now I Wish I Had a Land Line
The first book I finished reading in 2009 was Stephen King’s Cell. I picked up the hardcover at Barnes & Noble’s clearance table. I went through a period of time in my early twenties when I read several Stephen King novels. They’ve always done the job for me, passed the time while keeping my brain reasonably active. So when Cell caught my eye with a «Bargain Priced» sticker on it, I snapped it up with my other purchases and tore through it in a few days.
This, again, did the job. It was a welcome relief from my heavier reading which I put on hold: Mihaly Csikzentmihalyi, Malcolm Gladwell, a couple of O’Reilly tech books, and a history of the American Revolution. I’m getting a lot out of the other books on my list, but they go slowly in comparison to a light novel.
Cell takes King’s schtick — making ordinary things horrify — into the Twenty-First Century. Not because the evil in the story comes through cellular phones, as there were plenty of those in the Twentieth, but because King played on a very post‑9/11 fear of terrorism. As The Dead Zone played with the fear of nuclear holocaust that pervaded our culture in the Cold War era. The phenomenon around which Cell is centered is theorized to be an act of terrorism.
Today’s cultural bogeyman is terrorism instead of nuclear warfare. Cell goes a little deeper than that simple translation of shared fears, though. I found myself wondering at several times if instead of terrorists «The Pulse» could have been the actions of ghosts or demons or aliens from another planet. The second thought after this speculation was wondering whether aliens or demons would actually be comforting compared to terrorists.
And that is certainly one of King’s talents. He’s good at getting at what we find disturbing.
That said, Cell pales in comparison to his more famous novels. It was engaging and clever, but ultimately forgettable. For whatever faults and virtues they have, It, Carrie, The Shining, and many other of King’s novels are stories that stick with the reader long after the book has been put down. There’s very little in Cell that stands out like much of King’s other novels.
My recommendation? If you see it on the bargain table while you’re looking for something to pass the time, go for it. Otherwise you’ll probably be better off looking deeper into King’s back catalogue.