Drought
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- 9,49 €
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- 9,49 €
Description de l’éditeur
A chilling supernatural tale—with an environmental twist—from a master of modern horror.
What would happen if the water ran out?
Ex-Marine Martin Makepeace only learned the truth of the maxim that you don't know what you have until you lose it, the day his wife walked out on him with their two kids. Now, the social worker does his best to take care of those who need it most.
But good deeds mean nothing when the water just . . . disappears. It hasn't rained for months, and now, in the height of summer, the taps run dry. And not, as they first suspect, because of a burst water main. In the deprived areas where Martin works, the water's been intentionally cut off. And it's his job, he discovers, to tell the families he cares for not to panic.
Martin soon has more problems than lack of water. His daughter is sick with fever. And as riots over bottled water start, Martin's teenage son is framed, and arrested, for a terrible crime. Soon Martin is left with no choice but to take drastic action to save his family, while corrupt politicians try and use the situation to their advantage, with calamitous results . . .
"Another captivating novel from an author who seems to be able to turn nearly any idea into a compelling story." —Booklist
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Veteran horror writer Masterton (Forest Ghost) exhumes a retrograde jumble of action-movie clich s in this uninspiring near-future parable, set in drought-stricken San Bernardino, Calif. Ex-Marine Martin Makepeace is a social worker contending with PTSD and a broken marriage. When corrupt governor Halford Smiley begins exploiting the water shortage to "cull" the city's poor, the ensuing anarchy including the framing of Martin's son for rape and murder requires Martin to reunite his family and flee to a secret lake known only to the last descendants of the Serrano Indians, who willingly cede this inheritance to the very white Martin for not much reason at all. False starts and a protracted denouement do the novel's pacing no favors, and neither does Masterton's clunky prose ("She raised her hand toward Martin in an undulating motion, as if she were trying to demonstrate to him how dolphin swim"). The combination of over-the-top, often grossly sexual violence with a flatly stereotyped cast of heroes, victims, and villains slows the reading experience to a distasteful slog.
