Richard Matheson
Completed 12/13/2018,
Reviewed 12/15/2018
3 stars
This is the
second book by Matheson I’ve read, and I have to say that his prose is the star
of his books. He writes gorgeously,
making for easy, delightful reading of very dark concepts. That being said, I didn’t care much for this
book. I found the main character very
unlikeable. But the concept is great and
the execution remarkable.
The main
character is Scott Carey. After being
exposed to a radioactive mist with pesticides in it, he begins to shrink a
seventh of an inch a day. In the
process, he becomes disaffected towards his wife and daughter, and becomes more
and more bitter at his plight. The story
follows him in his last week and inch of life, trapped in the basement of his house,
in a constant battle with a black widow spider and hunting for food and water. The story of his shrinking from a grown man
to this tiny state is told in a series of flashbacks.
As I mentioned
at the beginning of this review, I didn’t like the main character. His increasing bitterness came off as whiny
and narcissistic. I don’t begrudge
someone being bitter, but to read it for almost a whole book, and a short book
at that, was simply painful. Fortunately,
the flashbacks became more and more creative and interesting as he shrank. Perhaps the most memorable scene is when he
convinces his wife to let him sleep with a little person billed as Mrs. Tom
Thumb at the sideshow of a carnival they attend.
While
reading this book, I wondered if this was an allegory for the de-masculinization
of the American male in the 1950s, or at least men feeling less than after the
machismo of the Second World War, the growth of desk jobs in the American
workplace, and the feeling of powerlessness in the Cold War. I might be reading too much into this, but it
seems to be really visible in the constant battle with the black widow spider
as he continues to shrink.
I give this
book three stars out of five. It’s
really well written, but the constant whining and bitterness was a sour note
for me. Granted, he’s facing extraordinary
circumstances and has a metanoia at the end, but it just made it hard to read,
despite the elegant prose.
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