Duma Key is a most unlikely buddy story between the recently crippled Edgar Freemantle and the oddly omnipresent Jerome Wireman (King's most interesting creation since George Stark/Alexis Machine in The Dark Half (Viking, 1989).  Add the elderly and mysterious Elizabeth Eastlake and the King staple themes of old age, physical and psychological damage and repair, and ancient evil, or course, and we have King's finest offering since Insomnia (Perfect Learning, 1994).  Mad Men's own John Slattery provides the most convincing narration since James Woods in "Secret Window, Secret Garden" from Four Past Midnight (Penguin-Highbridge, 2008).

Sometimes a greasy dive-bar cheeseburger and a Schlitz are the only things that will satisfy one's near-carnal gastronomic requirements. The same is true for rock Music. The new Century has yet to produce bone-crunchin', ass-stompin', southern fried rock. Instead, we are treated to Coldplay, Hinder,Nickelback and any number of American Idol turds floating in the cultural punchbowl. Enter this 23-year old bootleg of the most primitive rock the 1980s could produce. The Georgia Satellites were a cracker garage band who scored big with "Keep Your Hands to Yourself." Here on their first Japanese tour, these sons of Georgia reach a Chuck Berry critical mass with Rod Stewart's "Every Picture Tells a Story." This ismusic written in your bones.