This is a rather weak Stephen King novel. We are told in the opening introduction that this is a “trunk novel”, as in one the writer wrote, and then stored away for years, and dusted off later. Stephen King then talks about the ways in which this novel cam back to life, long after the death and retirement of Richard Bachman, when it was found in a box in an archives donated to a university. It was revised and published. It’s a noir lite version […]
He supposed he was.
Blaze by Stephen King





