This was a short and scary book. 384 pages penned under Richard Bachman, just alongside Rage and Thinner, and it probably stands close in time with Running Man. I think Stephen King foresaw what entertainment would look like in the future. Murderous games done as entertainment, Survivor, Big Brother.
“To hell with you. You just don’t want to admit it. Those people, they’re animals. They want to see someone’s brains on the road, that’s why they turn out. They’d just as soon see yours.”
“Sure they’re animals. You think you just found out a new principle? Sometimes I wonder just how naive you really are. The French lords and ladies used to screw after the guillotinings. The old Romans used to stuff each other during the gladiatorial matches. That’s entertainment, Garraty. It’s nothing new.” He laughed againd. Garraty stared at him, fascinated.