Fear Nothing | ||||||||
Dean Koontz | ||||||||
Bantam Books, 392 pages | ||||||||
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A review by Rodger Turner
I know when I pick up one of his books I'm going to be thrilled,
saddened, irked, cajoled, scared and enlivened. I'm gonna want to hang
out with some of his folk, to bang some heads, to share their joys and
miseries, to have half their integrity and to offer my help in solving their
puzzles. While I find some of their civic perspectives bewildering (I
think a lot of Canadians find American politics a little odd), they hold
up a mirror showing us another facet of humanity. Bad guys in
government/big business, running rampant is not a new idea, but he takes fresh aim
at what could happen should we fail to recognize the clues and be
prepared to do something about it.
Fear Nothing may be Dean Koontz's first book to be told in the first person. We meet
Chris Snow whose father is about to die from cancer and whose mother died in a car accident two years
earlier. Sad but unremarkable some might say. However, Chris suffers from xeroderma pigmentosum
-- aka XP -- a condition which makes him acutely vulnerable to cancer of the skin and eyes. Any
exposure to UV rays, even those from incandescent and fluorescent lights, causes a build-up of
radiation in his system. It is a condition shared by less than a thousand Americans, many of whom don't live
until their teenage years.
Chris has developed a life despite this condition. He roams the street of his town by night,
familiar with all the folks who inhabit the dark. He gets around inside using candle light
as a guide. His friends and acquaintances accommodate his presence by dimming the lights and keeping
candles handy. This was the case at the hospital where he came to see his dad just before
Steven Snow's death. Wanting to bury a picture of his mother with his dad, Chris goes down to
the morgue before the body is transferred to the funeral parlour. He stumbles upon strangers
switching the body in the hearse for that of a murdered vagrant taken out of an unmarked panel truck. Thus begins
a remarkable adventure. Chris' journey leads him to a gun-toting mortician, a terrified priest,
a deserted but not empty Army base, his dad's nurse who knows more than she's telling, a police
station parking lot full of shady characters, his buddy Bobby's seafront bungalow, an
animal psychic, a wild-eyed police chief's car parked on a marina pier and an all-night radio station.
This trail leads to out-of-control genetic experiments with terrible consequences. This was the first night.
Despite being a non-stop thrill ride, Fear Nothing is more about family and friendship than anything else.
The deaths of Chris' parents cause him to be swept by occasional waves of profound pain and sorrow. Even
though he hopes that his sense of loss will pass, it doesn't. It seems muted at times, even forgotten
for several hours, but in his quiet, reflective moments, it returns. He knows he must go on, knows he
can count on his friends. For Chris has a lifelong friend Bobby who doesn't question the
credibility of the nights's adventure but would rather know what sort of beer Chris
wants. If Chris says it happened, Bobby knows it did -- friendship builds that
kind of trust. Now what do they do about it? Sasha, Chris' girlfriend, doesn't
blink when she's brought up to speed, she pulls out her handgun and checks the load for
you know the bad guys are coming after Chris but they'll have to get through her first. Chris
knows too much. But how and when?
The clues for that come from Chris' dog, Orson. The animal psychic says so, but Orson's not talking.
However, it appears that he does understand what is going on, who is after Chris and when things will
explode. Not to worry though. Chris' and Orson's devotion to one another is unshakable. The
bad guys will have to take out one to get to the other.
Family and friendship have given Chris the strength of purpose to overcome anything thrown up against him.
He is a survivor despite his condition. After all, it was only something he was born with, not
something he has to cradle as an excuse for not living life as best he can. Without the character
developed by the love of his parents and the devotion learned by building and nurturing friendships,
Chris would be a victim rather than the hero he would rather not be.
Rodger has read a lot of science fiction and fantasy in forty years. He can only shake his head and say, "So many books, so little time." More of his opinions are available on our Book Reviews pages. |
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