Dean Koontz has changed, and not for the better.
OK, I'm a Koontz fan from way back. I've read all of the Koontz novels, including most of the Brian Coffey, Leigh Nichols, and Owen West stuff. I've re-read my favorites (Watchers, Whispers, Lightning, Strangers, The Bad Place) over and over. Lately, though....
Let's start at the beginning. Koontz's characters used to be normal people, for the most part. Often they were wealthy, which allowed the story to progress outside of a 9-to-5 job. But they were still ordinary. In Watchers, the protagonists are a retired real estate agent and a terminally shy hermit. In Whispers, they are both cops. In Phantoms, she's a doctor and he's the county sheriff who responds to her distress call. In Strangers there is a couple who own a motel, the couple who run the attached restaurant, a two-bit author and college professor, a doctor, a cocktail waitress, and a priest. In The Bad Place, they run a detective agency. These are ordinary people.
Recently, Koontz's characters have been larger than life. Whether it was Odd Thomas and his necromancy or the only one of many to walk away from a military rescue mission in The Husband, his characters are superlative. In making them so, Koontz renders them boring and two-dimensional.
In the beginning, Relentless looks like a return to the earlier characters of depth, but sorry, they aren't. The story focuses on a family. The family consists of a fabulously successful author, his fabulously successful children's book author wife, a child of startling genius, and a dog with apparently odd powers. Here's a clue, Dean. While we aren't ancient Greeks, and it's rare that a story directly involves the will of the gods, having a character who invents amazing devices that produce unexplainable phenomena is the modern version of Deus ex machina. And it's just as lame in its modern form.
Everyone in this book is more suited to a comic book than a novel. The villains are extra villain-y. The good guys are extra good. And everyone has a little quirk blown up to all proportions. The wife's parents can't be ordinary people. They are survivalist demolition experts who spend most of their life in an underground bunker living without power tools because after the fall of humanity, there won't be electrical power. (So you should suffer now? Use power tools as long as you can and stock hand tools if necessary.)
Second, if you read Your Heart Belongs to Me, or if you read some of the criticism of it, you will know that Koontz's last book wasn't well received. So when the antagonist in this book is a book critic who gives our "hero" a terrible review, it comes across as a passive-aggressive knock to the author's critics. "The people who say my last book was terrible aren't honestly expressing displeasure. They're part of a vast, worldwide conspiracy to corrupt humanity by removing beauty and sources of awe." Puh-lease!
Third, this isn't the first vast-enormous-evil-conspiracy book Koontz has written, and it's getting old. Most evil in the real world is perpetrated by individuals. And it's really disturbing that someone who has had so many authority-as-heroes in his earlier books (the protagonists in Whispers, the sheriff and most of the deputies in Phantoms, the cop and NSA agent in Watchers) that it's sort of disturbing that he can say a whole town council and the police agency for the area are entirely corrupted without expressing some horror over it.
Finally, Koontz seems to have lost the ability to change tone between books. There are spots, especially in the description of the restaurant, when Koontz seems to be narrating in Odd Thomas's voice. I don't particularly like the Odd Thomas series, so it's very apparent. It's another sign that Koontz is writing too fast and relying on his expertise as a writer rather than paying attention to his craft.
All in all, I was very disappointed. I notice that Koontz has two other books due out this year. I wonder if he simply trying to do too much and not taking the time to review his work, create believable characters, and flesh out his plots.