This is Stephen King you didn't know yet. This is prose that does not hit the outside effect, at times it is almost fabulous, at times it is almost postmodern. These are cruel psychologism and the "urban saga," "hyperrealism" and "magical realism" - at the same time. This is a story of time and space, passed through the prism of perception of a small American town. It's us. Our century, our life. Without embellishment - and without varnishing. For only in the kaleidoscope of trifles, according to King, a multi-color picture of the era can take shape...