Jason Starr - The Follower
A story about a stalker is hardly a novel idea, and Brooklyn-born and bred Jason Starr’s unimaginative treatment of the phenomenon brings absolutely nothing new to it. Set in a Manhattan populated with jocular and bimbotic college graduates, The Follower involves a ménage à trois between newly employed Katie, frat-pack boyfriend Andy, and the dweeb Peter, who has something more than a crush on the working girl.
Events unfold in a tediously predictable manner, leading with little tension or suspense to a foregone conclusion, while Starr’s evocation of young lives in the big city is pedestrian and his characterisations perfunctory. Even stalker Peter’s backstory is a clichéd spin on the Oedipus complex. An enlightening examination of an obsessed individual’s coveting of a stranger might not be expected from this kind of trashy fiction, but Starr fails even to deliver anything in the way of pulpy thrills.