“Dean Koontz really is the writer Stephen King only thinks he is.
This has got to be the most imaginative writer, and quite possibly the most imaginative of his books, in at least the current century, and quite possibly the last as well. It's science fiction, horror, psychological fiction, mystery, including plenty of detective work and all that rational analysis I usually love so much. But it's also a story of the unmistakeably irrational, and how people who aren't used to it manage to cope with things that simply make no sense.
The title refers to a character we never really meet, a world-famous actor named Channing Manheim. His son Aelfric, usually called Fric, is in residence in the actor's huge mansion, where Ethan Truman is head of security. As such, it is his job to figure out what's going on when very bizarre packages begin showing up at the residence. Very, very bizarre.
But there are plenty of bizarre happenings in the first few chapters to get anyone hooked, including people who are surely dead and just as surely not dead. Events which must have been dreams or hallucinations that nevertheless leave physical evidence behind. Of course this is Hollywood, and there is some very high-tech equipment which might be suspected of creating illusions for the express purpose of driving Fric or Ethan or anyone else quite mad.
It won't do any good to try to keep up, when one of the main characters is a dedicated disciple of Chaos. Just go along with it and see where it leads. Down a rabbit hole or into a story to rival anything even a massive dose of LSD might conjure up. And thick as this book is, I'm guessing you'll want to follow all the woven and unwoven threads to the final conclusion, if only to discover who turns out to be alive and who dead at the end. No peaking!”