Product Description<br/><br/><br/>Stephanie McCann is a journalism student at University of Ohio. Her summer internship brings her to Moose-Lookit Island, ME where she tags along after Vince Teague and David Bowie--two salty newsmen who've been running<br/>The Weekly Islander together for forty years.<br/><br/>Over those decades, the old guys have seen it all. With Stephanie's help, they review a cold case involving "The Colorado Kid"--an anonymous tourist visiting the island who turned up dead in the Spring of 1980.<br/><br/><br/>The Colorado Kid is classic King. He deftly weaves a charming and funny New England yarn featuring good old fashioned Island storytelling.<br/><br/><br/>From Publishers Weekly<br/><br/><br/>DeMunn offers an appropriately lighthearted reading of this surprisingly toothless mystery from King. The prerequisite is the ability to handle the pronounced Maine accent the book demands, as it features a pair of veteran newspaper reporters from an island off the state's coast relating a story to an eager young intern. DeMunn handles the old men's colloquialisms with consistency and ease while the two take turns spinning the tale of "the Colorado Kid," a man found dead on a local beach years ago without any identification or any feasible reason for being there. With its regional flavor and chummy protagonists, the book never lacks charm, and the story is intriguing. It hardly delivers the kind of noir tale that the first entry in the Hard Case Crime series would lead one to expect, but DeMunn does a more than adequate job of narrating this cozy mystery that will leave listeners not so much shocked as pleasantly perplexed.<br/>Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.<br/><br/><br/>From Bookmarks Magazine<br/><br/><br/>Theres nothing like a good noir crime novel, and<br/>The Colorado Kid is nothing like a good noir crime novel. Kings refusal to play by the time-honored rules of the genre exasperated critics, who might have been more forgiving had King delivered a compelling story. The plot, related by two crusty newspapermen entirely in conversation, develops at a glacial pace, and the characters exaggerated Yankee accents bog down the dialogue. Granted, the storys endearing protagonists won over a few reviewers, but even the most generous critics were forced to concede the books many flaws.<br/>Copyright © 2004 Phillips & Nelson Media, Inc.<br/><br/><br/>From Booklist<br/><br/><br/>King's latest is published by Hard Case Crime, a small imprint hell-bent on bringing the pulps back to life (see "Pulp Faction," BKL My 1 05). A contribution from the master of the horrible and fantastic--who clearly read a few paperbacks growing up--makes perfect sense. But oddly, this is less identifiably a genre work than King's other books. It's neither horror nor fantasy, and, despite the title, it's not a western. There are elements of mystery, but what King has written is actually from a much older tradition: the yarn. One afternoon, on a Maine island, two crusty old newspapermen tell a cub reporter about their investigation into the unusual appearance and death of a stranger. Despite the potential pitfalls of writing the whole thing as a conversation (some readers will tire of the oldsters' knee-slapping and folksy expressions), this is powerful storytelling. King appears to be fumbling in his tackle box when, in fact, he's already slipped the hook into our cheeks and is pulling us inexorably toward the bemusing, maddening--let's just say the ending won't appeal to everyone--final page. If it's ironic that King delivered an experiment to people who celebrate the art of formula, that's OK. One of the reasons the pulps remain popular is that, behind those uniformly lurid painted covers, there always lurked a few writerly surprises.<br/>Keir Graff<br/><br/>Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved<br/><br/><br/>From the Back Cover<br/><br/><br/>THE WORLD'S BEST-SELLING NOVELIST IS BACK... WITH AN ALL-NEW INVESTIGATION INTO THE UNKNOWN<br/>On an island off the coast of Maine, a man is found dead. There's no ident