From a Buick 8
King isn't amoung my favourite authors, and I opened this with some reservations, which were totally unfounded. The basic premise isn't that promising. The story revolves around a strange, buick-like thing, stored in a garage at the back of a small police station in Pennsylvania, which occasionally east people and spews out alien creatures. Oh, and the son of a dead cop is curious. Still not convinced? I'm not surprised, but stick with me.
The narrative device used is interesting. A number of officers tell the young man the story of how his father found the 'Buick', and of his study of it. It's striking how well King wrote the dialogue. Despite the odd laboured effort to inflict the accent on the reader, the stories really leap off the page. I wasn't initially convinced that it could hold my attention, but it did, right up to the point where the narrative reached the present day.
King's story is an interesting exploration of the very human trait of unsated curiosity. "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back," is the motto of Curt, the dead officer who's son is being told the tale. His obsession with the 'Buick' would have been easy to overdo, but I like how it was handled.
As I said, the real weakness of the story is when it reaches the present day. Sandy, our main narrator, waxes lyrical about how some stories don't really have a satisfactory ending to them. I was satisfied at that, ready for another chapter or two along the lines of the actual final chapter. That would have been a good, rounded story, but King, or maybe his editor, decided that a little action was needed. It spoils the shape of the story, and runs contrary to the tone up to then. It just feels like it was put in for the sake of Kings regualr readers, who like their climax to the story to be good and horrifying.
That said, From a Buick 8 is a good story, with fine dialogue, and a good level of suspense. A decent page-turner.
3/5