It’s 2009. The economy’s tanked. In a nameless Midwestern city,
job-seeking hopefuls are lined up outside the annual City Center job
fair when a madman plows into the crowd with a stolen Mercedes Benz.
Eight are killed, and dozens maimed by the time the death-car’s
taillights vanish in the early morning fog. When the police find the
vehicle hours later, it’s abandoned in a parking lot, and wiped clean of
prints. As a final, creepy touch, the killer also left the clown mask
he was wearing during the massacre on the driver’s seat. No one is ever
Exactly one year after the massacre, newly retired detective Bill Hodges
receives a letter from Mr. Mercedes, taunting him for being unable to
crack the case. Given a new sense of purpose, Hodges sets to work trying
to catch him. Covering points of view for both the killer and the
detective, Mr. Mercedes chronicles the cat and mouse game they play that could result in yet another attack of unthinkable horror.
What can I say? No one can craft a story like King can, nor can they
capture the feel of an era and use it to such maximum effect. A
modern-day tribute to the detective genre, Mr. Mercedes combines
good old-fashioned noir with creepiness, out-right horror, and that
off-the-wall prose that King’s fans know and love him for. And while I
can’t quite hail the ending as particularly strong or original, it
certainly is one heck of a ride getting there! Recommended for fans of
David Fincher's serial killer film, Seven.