Hunted Past Reason

Hunted Past Reason

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by Richard Matheson

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It was supposed to be just an ordinary camping trip, two old friends hiking through the woods of northern California. But this self-enforced isolation exposes long-hidden rivalries and resentments between the men. The deeper they get into the wilderness, far from civilization, the greater the tension becomes–until it erupts into a terrifying life-or-death


It was supposed to be just an ordinary camping trip, two old friends hiking through the woods of northern California. But this self-enforced isolation exposes long-hidden rivalries and resentments between the men. The deeper they get into the wilderness, far from civilization, the greater the tension becomes–until it erupts into a terrifying life-or-death battle for survival. Two men enter the woods, but only one will emerge alive . . . .

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“Makes the most agonizing scenes from Deliverance seem genteel by comparison . . . Matheson is a master at conveying the escalating mental anguish of the protagonist . . . and at capturing the violent, psychotic and perversely ingenious mind of his foe.” —The Wall Street Journal

“Matheson's masterpiece . . . First-rate suspense.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“The Hemingway of horror.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Recommended highly, both for Matheson's large and devoted following and for all readers of suspense stories.” —Booklist

“Impossible to stop reading, and in many ways is the strongest novel of Matheson's career.” —Fangoria

Publishers Weekly
Testosterone, envy and smoldering psychopathology transform a weekend hiking trip into a lean, mean Darwinian struggle for survival. Making the most of his trademark less-is-more style, Matheson (Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, etc.) spins a clash of ideologies between two acquaintances into a vision of the universe as existential hell. Level-headed Bob Hansen is on his way up as a screenwriter and novelist; temperamental Doug Crowley is on his way down as an actor, husband and father. Doug, an experienced outdoorsman, has agreed to help Bob research his next novel with a rugged trek through the forests of northern California. No sooner has Bob's wife, Marian, dropped the pair off and headed for the cabin where they'll meet four days later than their irreconcilable differences emerge. Bob is at peace spiritually, while Doug believes "the world is a nightmare." A couple of near-death experiences a falling boulder, a threatening black bear seem to send the increasingly morose Doug into an emotional tailspin. Quicker than you can say Deliverance, Doug assaults Bob, then challenges him to reach the cabin before Doug kills him and takes Marian. Matheson makes every word count, orchestrating ordinary conversation into philosophical parries and building a thunderhead of tension from Doug's smugly superior opinions and willful misinterpretations. Through Bob's tortured thoughts during his desperate flight, Matheson strips all beauty from the wild surroundings to expose the underlying hostility and hunger in nature. Matheson's new novel shows him still the Hemingway of horror, a writer whose honed prose and primal themes articulate universal fears and dreads. (July) Forecast: With a Bram Stoker Award for Lifetime Achievement, an Edgar and a Writer's Guild Award (just to name a few), Matheson's a gold medalist, not to mention a bestseller, in the terror department. His devoted fans will snap up his first new novel in seven years, and they won't be disappointed though it's a little derivative of "The Most Dangerous Game," this is spine-tingling suspense. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Elder suspense master Matheson's masterpiece, far stronger than his famed chillers (Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, 2002, etc.). The author combines classic man-against-nature and man-against-maniac tales, then fastens them to the armature of his main character's spiritual belief system, building fearlessly long God-centered dialogues between hero and madman as if Dostoevsky were wandering around in Stephen King's The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. Naming other literary echoes, let's add that the classic rock-face climb from Deliverance gets reprised, as well as Daniel's ordeal in the biblical lion's den and Richard Connell's oft-filmed short story, "The Most Dangerous Game." Bob Hansen, 44-year-old novelist and sometime screenwriter, wants to write a book about backpacking in the northern California wilderness. Bob and wife Marian have dined thrice with Doug Crowley, 42, an out-of-work action-film actor (he last did a Ford SUV commercial), and his wife Nicole. But then Nicole divorces Doug for catting around, or perhaps because together neither can deal with their druggie son's gun-in-mouth suicide. Survivalist nut Doug offers to take Bob on a heavy three-day hike to his cabin, where Marian will wait for them. Intimidated by his host, a perfectionist about gear and modes of wilderness survival, Bob sees himself as a flop hiker by campfire on Day One. Doug's remarks cut ever deeper as we discern that this "malignant narcissist" is pathologically jealous of Bob's success as writer, husband, and father. Later, Doug reveals his abused childhood and a failed liquor-store robbery that sent him for two years to a reformatory, where he was raped. He does the same to Bob and tells the writer to take offwith a three-hour lead; Doug wants to hunt and kill him, then rape (or marry and sodomize) Marian. Solo Bob then faces the endless, outlandish hardships God drops on him as he races to save his wife. Consistently inverts familiar situations and makes them spiritual learning moments; even the fan-satisfying shocker climax is enriched with irony. First-rate suspense.

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Hunted Past Reason

By Richard Matheson

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Copyright © 2002 RXR, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-5573-7



2:07 PM

"This is as good a place as any," Doug said, leaning forward on the backseat.

"Okay." Marian started to slow down the Bronco as it turned a curve to the right.

"By that fallen big-leaf maple'll be fine," Doug told her.

"Right." She eased the Bronco toward the right side of the road and braked slowly. The carpeting of yellow leaves crackled under the tires before Marian stopped the Bronco by the fallen tree.

"Perfect," Doug said.

Bob drew in a sudden, involuntary breath. "And so the adventure begins," he said, trying to sound pleased.

Marian looked at him as she switched off the engine. "You all right?" she whispered.

He nodded, smiling. "Fine," he said.

Doug opened the back door of the Bronco and got out. He stretched his arms upward, groaning as he arched his back. "Oh ... boy," he muttered.

Marian looked worriedly at Bob. "Are you sure you're all right?" she asked.

"Yeah, why do you say that?" He managed a grin.

"Well —" She gestured vaguely. "You didn't sound too certain there."

"About what?"

"And so the adventure begins," she quoted.

"Oh." He laughed softly. "I'm a little nervous of course. I'm no kid. But I'm sure it's going to be fine."

In back, Doug had unlocked the hatchback door and was starting to lift it.

"You're comfortable then," Marian said.

"Oh, sure." He leaned over and put his arms around her. She responded and they held on to each other tightly.

"Okay, lovebirds," Doug said from behind the car. "Time to unload our gear."

Bob and Marian drew apart, smiling at each other. They opened their doors and slid out, standing on the leaf-covered ground. "My God, the leaves are so big," Marian said, picking up one that was more than a foot across. After a few moments, she dropped it, the golden leaves crunching under their shoes as they moved to the rear of the Bronco where Doug was pulling out his backpack.

"Here, I'll get yours," Marian said, pulling at Bob's backpack. "Holy! Moses." She had lost her grip on the pack, which thudded down on the ground. "It weighs a bloody ton," she said. "How in God's name are you going to carry that for four days?"

Bob forced a smile. "It's really only three, honey. There's not that much left of today."

"Two hours would be too much for carrying that," she said, gesturing toward the fallen pack. "You're forty-five, not twenty-five."

"Honey ..." He gazed at her reproachfully.

"Oh ..." She sighed, looking guilty. "I'm sorry. I'm not saying you can't do it. It's just ..." She made a face. "It's so damn heavy."

"He'll get used to it," Doug told her. "And it'll get lighter every day as the food goes."

"I suppose." She watched Bob pick up the pack and move it away from the Bronco, then turned toward the back of the car.

"You're not taking this, are you?" she asked, picking up a red flare.

"Sure." Doug's smile was teasing. "To light our campfires."

Marian put down the flare, smiling. "What's this?" she asked, picking up a length of chain. "You don't need this on your hike, do you?"

"No." Doug took it away from her and put it back in the car.

"What's it for?" Marian asked him.

"Protection," he answered.

She opened her mouth as though to speak, then closed it again. "Oh," she murmured, watching him take a long leather carrier from the Bronco. "What's that?" she asked, trying to cover her feeling of embarrassment about mentioning the chain.

"A bow," he said.

Bob made a sound of strained amusement. "You're taking a bow?"

"I always do."

"And arrows, I presume."

Doug gave him a look.

Bob asked, "Why? Do you hunt while you're out?"

"Not necessarily," Doug said.

Bob and Marian exchanged a look. "Which means ...?" Bob asked.

"Bob." Doug turned to him with a mildly accusing look. "We're going into wilderness. There are black bears out there. Mountain lions. Coyotes."

"Oh, now, wait a minute," Marian said abruptly. "Nothing was said about black bears or mountain lions or coyotes." She looked at Bob in concern. "Now I'm not so sure this is a good idea."

Doug laughed. "Marian, I'm not saying we're going to run into one of them. The bow is just a precaution."

She stared at him, her expression one of worried doubt.

"A precaution," he repeated.

"How many times have you used it while —" She broke off. "Scratch that. How many times have you had to use it while backpacking?"

"Once," he said, smiling.

"Black bear or mountain lion or coyote?" she asked uneasily.

"Rabbit," he said, repressing a grin.

"Rabbit?" She looked startled. "You shot a rabbit?" As Doug nodded, she asked, "How come?"

"I lost my pack in some rapids and I had to eat," he told her.

She looked at him in silence for a few moments.

"There aren't any grizzly bears up here, are there?" she asked apprehensively.

"Used to be," Doug answered. "Wolves too. Until they were killed off by stockmen — traps, guns, poison."

Marian winced at his words.

"Honey, I'm sure it's going to be —" Bob started.

"All right, let's put it this way," Marian broke in. "How often do you see black bears or mountain lions or coyotes?"

Doug chuckled. "Marian, you're too much," he said.

"Well," she insisted, "how often?"

He groaned softly. "Once in a while, dear girl," he said with labored patience. "But they don't want to have anything to do with us any more than we want to have anything to do with them. You leave them alone, they leave you alone."

"Marian, come on," Bob chided.

"All right, all right." She nodded several times. "I'm just ..." She gestured vaguely with her hands.

"I should never have mentioned it," Doug said. "Believe me, it's nothing to be concerned about. Okay?"

"Okay." She smiled awkwardly. "I'm just ... an apprehensive frau, that's all."

Doug's responding smile was a sad one. "Too bad I don't have a frau to be apprehensive about me," he said.

"Oh ..." Marian moved to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry, Doug. You're really doing something nice taking Bob on this ... what, hike?"

"Adventure," he said with a teasing smile.

She smiled back at him. "Right, adventure," she agreed.

"All right. Now." Doug looked serious. "You're okay with the Bronco?"

Marian nodded, smiling. "Okay."

"And you understand my map."

She nodded again.

"Well, I'm not the world's greatest mapmaker," he said.

"It's fine," she told him.

"Well, just ... follow the yellow Hi-liter route."

"To Oz," she said.

His lips puffed out in a sound of partial amusement. "Yeah, right," he said. "It's about ... I'd say forty miles or so. Two things to keep in mind. Turn off the main road after you pass the Brandy Lake sign. And most important, keep an eye out for the two Pine Grove signs, one for Pine Grove Street, the other for Pine Grove Lane. You turn right on Pine Grove Lane; it's the second sign you'll come to. Got it? The second sign."

"Got it," she said.

He raised his hands, palms forward. "I'm only being a pest about this because we've had to go out searching for a lot of guests who turned right on Pine Grove Street."

"I'll remember," she said.

"Okay. Good. You have the keys to the cabin?"

"In my purse."

"Right. And you understand about the propane tank for the stove. And turning on the water."

"I do." She nodded. "I'll be fine, Doug."

"Well ... I just want to be sure. We won't be there until Wednesday afternoon."

She nodded. "I'll be fine," she reassured him.

"Sure you will," he said. "You'll enjoy the cabin. There's a nice big deck in back that overlooks the forest. Sit there with a drink, you'll love it."

"I'm sure." Marian nodded, smiling.

"You'd better be on your way then so you have plenty of light in case you make a wrong turn. Driving up there in the dark can be a bitch."

"I'll be fine," she said once more.

"Good." He kissed her on the cheek. "We'll see you on Wednesday then."

"On Wednesday." She was silent for a moment. Then she said, "I'm going to say good-bye to my husband now."

"You mean auf Wiedersehen, don't you?" Doug said with a grin.

She pointed the index finger of her right hand at him. "That's up to you," she told him.

His grin widened. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

"I know you will."

She took Bob's hand and led him several yards away, to the other side of the fallen maple tree. She put her arms around him and held him close. "You take good care of yourself now," she said.

He embraced her. "I will."

"Be careful."

"I'll avoid the black bears and the mountain —"

"Stop that," she interrupted softly. "I'm going to be uneasy enough without worrying about wild animals chewing on you."

Bob laughed softly. "Don't be uneasy," he told her. "Doug has backpacked dozens of times."

"Well, you haven't," she said. "Take it easy. Don't let him push you."

"Why would he do that?"

"Well ..." She blew out a heavy breath. "He's so ... physical; you know that. He's an actor, he's done westerns ... action pictures. He's ... tuned up."

"What, and I'm out of tune?"

She sighed. "I don't see you going to the gym very often. Or swimming."

"I walk, don't I?"

"Your one saving grace." She squeaked as he pinched her back. "Well, anyway, I mean it: please-take-it-easy. Don't let Doug push you. He won't do it on purpose," she added quickly, cutting him off. "He might just do it without thinking."

"I'll collapse at regular intervals," he said.

"Oh ..." she sighed again. "You aren't very reassuring."

"I will be careful," he promised. "I will take it easy. I will avoid wild animals."

The grip of her arms tightened. "Please do," she said quietly.

After several moments, she drew back and looked at him intently. "Honey, are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.

"I have to, sweetheart. How am I supposed to write a convincing novel about backpacking if I've never backpacked once?"

She nodded, sighing again, then made a face of mock pleading. "Please, sir," she said in a little girl's voice, "couldn't you write a novel about drinking chi-chis and lazing around in Hawaii with your wife of twenty years?"

He chuckled. "Maybe the next one I —" he started.

"Bobby, we have to go," Doug called.

"I wish he wouldn't call you that," Marian said, "as though you were ten years old or something."

"He doesn't mean any harm," Bob said. He drew her close and pressed his lips to hers, lingering on the kiss.

"Dear God, that was like farewell," she said, tears appearing in her eyes.

"Don't be silly, sweetheart. We'll be at the cabin on Wednesday afternoon. Have a vodka and tonic waiting for me."

"If I don't drink up all the vodka, worrying about you."

He laughed softly and took her by the hand, leading her back around the tree.

"Farewells all completed?" Doug said.

Marian managed a faint smile. Doug's smile became one of sympathy. "Really, Marian, there's nothing to be worried about. Your husband will be sore as hell in every muscle, that I guarantee, but otherwise he'll be intact."

"Okay, okay, I'm going," she said. She kissed Bob briefly on the lips, then moved to the Bronco and got in behind the steering wheel. She turned on the engine and pulled out onto the road, raising her right hand in farewell. Bob had the feeling that she didn't look back because she was crying. Oh, sweetheart, he thought, smiling sadly.

As the Bronco disappeared around a curve, he picked up his pack with a grunt at its weight. "Okay, let's go," he said.

"Whoa, whoa, not so fast," Doug told him.

"What?" Bob looked at him, curious.

"We have to check out our gear before we leave."

Bob frowned. "Now?" he asked.

"Sure, now."

"Why didn't we do all that before we left Los Angeles?"

"It's a good idea to do it now," Doug said. "Double-check before we leave."

"What if I don't have everything I need?" Bob asked. "What can I do about it now?"

"Well, I gave you a list of things you need. I assume you got all of it," Doug said. "I was going to go to the supply store with you — as you recall. But you were in New York attending a big meeting."

"Mm-hmm." Bob nodded, wondering why Doug felt the need to call it a "big" meeting. It wasn't that and Doug knew it.

"Oh, well," he said. "Let's do it then."

Doug looked at him questioningly. "Are you sure you're up to this, Bob?" he asked.

"Sure," Bob said. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Are you really?"

It didn't sound like a question to Bob. Doug's smile bordered on disbelief. He chuckled. "Okay. You got me," he admitted. "Naturally, I'm a little apprehensive."

"A lot apprehensive," Doug answered.

"Well, maybe," Bob said. "I'm not exactly John Muir."

"Not exactly." Doug's smile was amused now.

"I'm counting on you to lead me through the wilderness without incident," Bob said.

Doug shook his head, laughing softly. "I'll do my damnedest, Bob," he said. "Okay. Let's see what you've got."

Bob leaned his pack against a tree to open it.

"I see you got a side packer," Doug said.

"Is that bad?" Bob asked. "The salesman said it was easier to get into."

"Did he tell you it would leak more in the rain?"

"Well ... no," Bob answered. "Are we expecting rain?"

"Y'never know," Doug said. "Did you try it on for comfort?"

Bob nodded. "Yes, I did. The salesman even put a sandbag in it to show me what it would feel like when it was loaded."

"And —?"

Bob chuckled. "It felt heavy," he said.

"Damn right." Doug nodded. "Well, let's see what you've got inside."

Bob unzipped the bag and took out the first item.

"What the hell is that?" Again, Bob felt that it wasn't a question but a judgment.

"A stove," he said.

"That wasn't on the list I gave you," Doug told him.

"The salesman talked me into it," Bob said. "He showed me how easy it was to use. What would you rather have at the end of the day, he asked, cold cereal or hot chicken à la king over rice?"

"You have chicken à la king with you as well?" Doug said, laughing as he spoke.

Bob sighed. He was getting a little weary of Doug's belittling tone. "You never took a stove with you?" he challenged.

"Yeah, sure I did," Doug answered. "Nothing wrong with having a stove. I was just trying to cut down on the weight you have to carry."

"Okay." Bob nodded.

"Canister stove's heavier too," Doug told him. "And you'll have to carry out the canister."

"Oh, no." Bob looked dismayed.

"Oh, yes," Doug said, nodding and smiling again. "Those are the rules of the game, Bobby. You don't leave anything behind. Except for piss and crap, of course."

Bob made a face, nodding. "I understand."

"Do you?" Doug looked at him almost sternly. "There are rules, Bobby. It isn't just a stroll in the park we're going on, you know."

All right, all right, Bob thought, He felt like saying it but didn't want the hike to start out on a strained note.

"Before we look at what else you have in your pack —" Doug started.

Oh, God, what now? Bob wondered.

"You're not wearing cotton underwear are you?"

The unexpected question struck Bob as funny, making him laugh. Doug frowned. "I'm sorry for laughing," Bob said. "I just didn't expect that question."

"Well, it's not an unimportant one," Doug told him. "Cotton underwear gets wet from perspiration, feels lousy."

Bob nodded. "I understand. I have on poly prop-whatever-underwear."

"Polypropylene." Doug nodded. "Good. And thin polypropylene socks under your wool socks?"


He must have sounded a bit apathetic, he realized, because Doug frowned again. "Bob, these things are important," he said.

"All right. I understand." Bob nodded.

"Okay." Doug looked serious again. "You have three complete sets of socks."


Doug started to speak but Bob interrupted him. "What do you use for a stove?" he asked.

"Two logs close together over the fire," Doug said. "I put my grate across them." He grinned. "Of course, now I have a stove to use."

The hell you do, Bob thought, after making fun of it? He sighed. Well, let that go, he decided.

"Very often, I've just eaten what Muir did — uncooked food, hot tea or coffee," Doug told him.

Well, he is trying to be helpful, Bob chided himself. And, after all, Doug didn't have to offer to take him on this hike, helping him get background material for his novel.


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Meet the Author

Richard Matheson was The New York Times bestselling author of I Am Legend, Hell House, Somewhere in Time, The Incredible Shrinking Man, A Stir of Echoes, The Beardless Warriors, The Path, Seven Steps to Midnight, Now You See It…, and What Dreams May Come, among others. He was named a Grand Master of Horror by the World Horror Convention, and received the Bram Stoker Award for Lifetime Achievement. He has also won the Edgar, the Spur, and the Writer's Guild awards. In 2010, he was inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame. In addition to his novels Matheson wrote several screenplays for movies and TV, including "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet," based on his short story, along with several other Twilight Zone episodes. He was born in New Jersey and raised in Brooklyn, and fought in the infantry in World War II. He earned his bachelor's degree in journalism from the University of Missouri. Matheson died in June, 2013, at the age of eighty-seven.

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Hunted Past Reason 2.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Many readers, myself included, have been disappointed by Richard Matheson's recent output of fiction. Now You See It..., 7 Steps To Midnight and Earthbound were less than satisfying; and the older, previously unpublished materials weren't up to the high standards of Matheson's brilliant writing. The Cemetery Dance novels, Passion Play and Camp Pleasant were decent novels, the latter title was especially so. His first attempt at a novel, Hunger & Thirst, was virtually unreadable to me. I haven't completely enjoyed any novels by Richard Matheson since his trio of Western books, Journal of the Gun Years, The Gun Fight and The Memoirs of Wild Bill Hickock. When I heard that a new novel by Richard Matheson was coming, I was excited about it. Rest assured, Hunted Past Reason is Richard Matheson at his best. I found it reminded me most of Hell House, in the way in was structured and the bleak tone of the book. Where Hell House dealt with supernatural horror, Hunted Past Reason has its feet firmly pressed in brutal reality. The premise is a simple one: A successful writer wishes to write a novel about backpacking, though he knows almost nothing about the subject. An unsuccessful actor is an expert backpacker and offers to take the writer on a 3-4 day hike in the Northern California wilderness. The writer is an idealist, who firmly believes in life after death and the basic decency of humankind. The actor is consumed with rage and resentment towards any who are more successful than him. The two principle charcaters only knew each other through brief social encounters. The writer soon learns that he didn't know the actor as well as he thought he did. Matheson's crisp prose elevates this material into a tense, terrifying story. The forest in Hunted Past Reason is scarier than The Belasco House. This harsh novel is perhaps Matheson's most gripping story yet. The protagonist goes through Hell in it, so much so that I almost felt like I was reading a Richard Laymon novel, instead of a Richard Matheson novel. Though as much as I like Laymon's fiction, Matheson is a far more powerful storyteller. He also adds an intellectual aspect to the story that elevates him above most other writers, as he injects his own philosophies into the tale. Yet he never allows his views on life slow this story down one bit. I read 250 pages in one almost nonstop sitting last night and I finished it first thing this morning. I give Hunted Past Reason my highest recommendation. Richard Matheson is back with one of his finest novels yet. And that, my friends, is just about as good as fiction gets.
WyluliWolf More than 1 year ago
This book was a bit slow to get going. Even then it was not the best read. The character of the writer was far to whiney and wimpy. The antagonist was one sick puppy. I did not care for the way the book played out, I thought it could have been done a lot better. I would not recommend reading this book as there is much better stuff out there.
songcatchers More than 1 year ago
Hunted Past Reason is one heck of a page turner. As some one else mentioned, this novel has similarities to Deliverance and The Most Dangerous Game. What starts out as a backpacking trip between two acquaintances turns into a deadly game with one of the men being hunted by the other. And is as horrifying as it sounds. What makes matters worse is the hunter is an experienced backpacker, while the hunted is an out of shape writer. As the synopsis reads, "...the enforced isolation of the hike soon exposes long-hidden rivalries and resentments between the two men. The deeper they get into the primeval wilderness and the farther from civilization, the greater the tension between them becomes-until the simmering hostility erupts into a terrifying life-or-death battle for survival!" The story was chilling and kept me reading long past my bedtime. As a bonus, I learned an awful lot about backpacking and wilderness survival.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Richard Matheson is an amazing suspense author and able to create a thrilling novel without using random violence, profanity, etc. for shock value. Therefore, this book came as a surprise and I had to check twice to confirm it was the same Richard Matheson. I also found myself rooting for the psychopath because the victim was preachy, whiney, judgemental, and unbelievable. He deserved to be hunted. On the other hand, I did learn quite a bit about backpacking.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Agree that it goes on and on for pages until you get more than half way through the book and then it does get exciting. Otherwise, a good book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a little slow in the beginning and takes a good hundred pages to become more interesting to the reader. Once it does, the novel gets more exciting and entertaining. The book does become the more the two friends fight and is a fun read! If a Matheson fan this is a must read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love Richard Matheson. My first Matheson novel was What Dreams May Come, and after that, I was hooked. I was very excited to see this book, in hardcover, at a discount book store. The first half of the book had me hooked. I had to finally put it down and go to sleep about 4am. When I picked it up again, I read about 5 pages, and was horrified by what I read. The detailed sodomy scene was beyond disgusting. I've read Stephen King for years, and King has never come close to anything this awful. I was so disgusted that I couldn't even continue reading. I read the last couple of pages to find out how it ended, and promptly threw it in the garbage. I wouldn't even donate it - I wouldn't want anyone else to read this piece of trash. I have never in my life been offended by a book, but I was offended by this one.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book drags on, and on. The author speaks about stuff that is not worth wanting to know for the story. And this drags on for the first 100 or so pages.