September 20, 1982 12:00 PM

by John Farris

In this thriller about supernatural powers, the young heroine has inherited her gifts for the occult from her Irish mother, a conjurer of otherworldly creatures. One evening the girl is driving home in a snowstorm when a handsome young man, naked, appears on the highway. She swerves, but her car hits him anyway. At the hospital, he mysteriously revives in the woman’s presence, though he has apparently lost his memory. She takes him home, falls in love with him, and begins to teach him. Then an old woman in the neighborhood who knows the secrets of the Tibetan lamas begins to suspect some monstrous danger has been unleashed. Farris, who wrote The Fury—which became a Brian De Palma movie—and several other scary novels, does this sort of thing to a turn. He’s a slick writer, and his details about art and the occult almost make sense. Reading this is like watching a violent TV movie, and if it becomes one, Ruth Gordon would be the perfect choice for the old buttinsky. (Delacorte, $15.95)

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