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Work detailsThe Ruins by Scott Smith
None. A scary tale of caution, if you decide to go exploring in the jungles of South America, insect repellent is not enough ... Two American couples, fresh out of college, decide to go to Cancún for a little R&R before starting grad school in the fall. They end up venturing into the jungle, looking for some Mayan ruins and a fellow traveler's brother. They're completely unprepared for what they find there. I really, really want to give this two stars. That doesn't seem to be quite fair though, when I seriously read most of the book in one sitting, in bed, without even thinking about getting sleepy. The short sections instead of chapters, rotating through the characters' POVs, and the desire to see what happens next all combined to keep me rapidly turning pages. But the characters! Oh, the characters. They shouldn't have even had names. We could have called them Mr. Boy Scout, Miss Moody, Mr. Comedian, Miss Spacy, Outsider #1 and Outsider #2. That's about all the personality they got. What little they got beyond that was just enough to make me dislike them. I'm not sure if I was supposed to be happy when the first character died, but I was. "Yes! No more of THAT one, anyway!" is what I was thinking. Mr. Boy Scout was okay, but I don't think I was supposed to like him. It didn't seem like anyone else did. And the women! Useless, mindless, hand-wringing, complaining, argumentative, and just plain stupid. The guys were bad enough, but the girls were offensive to women everywhere. This next complaint might not make a lot of sense without spoilers, but I'll give it a try. There were some things that had to happen for the plot to play out the way it did, but they were frustrating. I was sitting there (well, lying there) railing, "If you don't want this to happen, why are you doing things this way instead of that way?!?!? Come on! This doesn't make sense!" Once I--mostly--accepted those things and just let the creep factor take over, I was seriously creeped out. After I finished reading, I got worried that I would not be able to sleep, or if I did, I would have crazy dreams. It's been a while since I was left feeling that way after reading a book. But then, I don't read very much hardcore horror. I didn't know that there was a movie until after I'd finished reading. But I did keep thinking as I was reading that this would probably make a better movie than book. It seems like horror movies can get away with stock characters easier than books can, and this was actually a pretty visual book. If you're looking for creepy and aren't too worried about characterization, go ahead and pick this up. It is a quick, chilling read. Dude, I love this book. Seriously, it's awesome. Don't watch the movie. My blog post about this book is at this link.
Smith writes with psychological acuity and real beauty, yet he doesn't pull punches.
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Guest Reviewer: Stephen King
Stephen King is the author of too many bestselling books to name here, but some of our favorites include: Cell, The Stand, On Writing, The Shining, and the entire Dark Tower series. King also received the National Book Foundation 2003 Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, has had many movies and television miniseries adapted from his novels, short stories, and screenplays, and is a regular columnist for Entertainment Weekly. Keep your eyes peeled for Lisey's Story (October 2006), a new television series on TNT based on Nightmares & Dreamscapes (July 2007), and a graphic novel series based on the Dark Tower books coming from Marvel (2007).
When I heard that Scott Smith was publishing a new novel this summer, I felt the way I did when my kids came in an hour or two late from their weekend dates: a combination of welcoming relief (thank God you're back) mingled with exasperation and anger (where the hell have you been?). Well, it's only a book, you say, and maybe that's true, but Scott Smith is a singularly gifted writer, and it seems to me that the twelve years between his debut--the cult smash A Simple Plan--and his return this summer with The Ruins is cause for exasperation, if not outright anger. Certainly Smith, who has been invisible save for his Academy Award-nominated screenplay for the film version of A Simple Plan, will have some 'splainin to do about how he spent his summer vacation. Make that his last twelve summer vacations.
But enough. The new book is here, and the question devotees of A Simple Plan will want answered is whether or not this book generates anything like Plan's harrowing suspense. The answer is yes. The Ruins is going to be America's literary shock-show this summer, doing for vacations in Mexico what Jaws did for beach weekends on Long Island. Is it as successful and fulfilling as a novel? The answer is not quite, but I can live with that, because it's riskier. There will be reviews of this book by critics who have little liking or understanding for popular fiction who'll dismiss it as nothing but a short story that has been bloated to novel length (I'm thinking of Michiko Kakutani, for instance, who microwaved Smith's first book). These critics, who steadfastly grant pop fiction no virtue but raw plot, will miss the dazzle of Smith's technique; The Ruins is the equivalent of a triple axel that just misses perfection because something's wrong with the final spin.
It's hard to say much about the book without giving away everything, because the thing is as simple and deadly as a leg-hold trap concealed in a drift of leaves…or, in this case, a mass of vines. You've got four young American tourists--Eric, Jeff, Amy, and Stacy--in Cancun. They make friends with a German named Mathias whose brother has gone off into the jungle with some archeologists. These five, plus a cheerful Greek with no English (but a plentiful supply of tequila), head up a jungle trail to find Mathias's brother…the archaeologists…and the ruins.
Well, two out of three ain't bad, according to the old saying, and in this case; what's waiting in the jungle isn't just bad, it's horrible. Most of The Ruins's 300-plus pages is one long, screaming close-up of that horror. There's no let-up, not so much as a chapter-break where you can catch your breath. I felt that The Ruins did draw on a trifle, but I found Scott Smith's refusal to look away heroic, just as I did in A Simple Plan. It's the trappings of horror and suspense that will make the book a best seller, but its claim to literature lies in its unflinching naturalism. It's no Heart of Darkness, but at its suffocating, terrifying, claustrophobic best, it made me think of Frank Norris. Not a bad comparison, at that.
One only hopes Mr. Smith won't stay away so long next time.--Stephen King
(retrieved from Amazon Thu, 14 Feb 2013 13:36:44 -0500)
Two American couples, just out of college, enjoy a pleasant, lazy beach holiday together in Mexico. On an impulse, they go off with newfound friends in search of one of their group--the young German, who, in pursuit of a girl, has headed for the remote Mayan ruins, site of a fabled archeological dig. Then the searchers--moving into the wild interior--begin to suspect that there is an insidious, horrific "other" among them...--From publisher description.… (more)
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Silly tourists, always traipsing into jungles, unprepared and under-dressed, ignoring the locals' warnings to turn back. Unlucky for these tourists, what lives in this jungle is not a family of cannibals or a crazed surgeon after their organs.
Here's the lowdown:
While vacationing in Mexico, four American twenty-somethings - Jeff, Amy, Stacy and Eric - agree to help Mathias, a German tourist they befriended, locate his brother who went missing after an expedition into the jungle. Accompanied by another recent acquaintance, a Greek who calls himself Pablo, they set off on what they believe will be an uneventful hike into the jungle.
Along the way, the six vacationers meet a shady taxi driver who tells them to turn back, and Mayan villagers who ignore their request for directions. Soon after leaving the village, the group uncovers the hidden trail that will (finally) lead them to their destination when, suddenly, they have the Mayans' full attention. And once they reach the ruins, their hike plummets into a nightmare they could never have imagined, not in their wildest dreams.
Here are my two cents:
Unfortunately I watched the 2008 film adaptation before I read the book, so I knew the secret of The Ruins from the get-go. Knowing didn't spoil the enjoyment, though; the book was 110 times scarier, and more thought-provoking, than the movie. (Having said that, the characters in the movie were more...vibrant and real.)
Smith placed his characters in situations rife with conflict. He used the setting to its fullest and created an atmosphere of despair and inevitable doom. His descriptions burrowed into my brain, incubated, and later hatched to startling realizations the characters had not yet made for themselves.
"It must've been a dream, then, though Amy couldn't remember any details of it; there was simply that instant sense of panic as she sat up, her blood feeling too thick for her veins, moving too fast...But she was awake now...and thirsty, too, her lips sticking together with a gummy, crusty feeling, a foul, cottony taste in her mouth (p. 139)."
This wasn't an action-packed horror novel, per se. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of thrills and suspense. It's just that, it wasn't scene after scene of in-your-face "Boo!" and gore. It hinted at danger, teased readers, and then something bad would happen. Then something worse. And so on until the end.
"Pablo couldn't understand a single word of this, of course. He moaned and muttered. Occasionally, he'd lift the arm Eric wasn't holding and seem to reach for something at his side, though Eric couldn't guess what, since there was nothing there but darkness (p. 96)."
Here's what you might not like about The Ruins:
* The book doesn't have chapters.
* Most scenes are told from one of the four American's POV in the third person. And most scenes alternate the POV so it's a different character each scene/section. However, you're never inside Mathias' head which, I assume, is because he's German; thus; his thoughts would be in German.
* While there are two characters - Mathias and Jeff - I consider fairly developed, the other four lack characterization and are pretty much stereotypes with splashes of individuality. Amy, the whiny smart chick; Stacy, the ditzy slut; Eric, the apathetic optimist; and Pablo, the sacrificial lamb.
* There are graphic scenes of violence.
* You won't learn the history behind the ruins or the Mayan village.
Final thoughts
I recommend The Ruins to fans of sci-fi horror who can overlook somewhat under-developed characters to enjoy a fast-paced plot with an unconventional antagonist.
(The notion that not choosing, not making a decision, is still a choice was yummy food for thought; one which I'm still chewin' on.)
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Note: This review was originally published on my blog, Unleash the Flying Monkeys! (