In the twenty-one years since Cujo was published, and especially since the release of the movie adaptation, the name has become synonymous with big, scary dogs. Understandable, of course, but simplistically classifying Cujo as a novel about a rabid dog is like saying that Shakespeare's Othello was about a jealous guy, or saying that Homer's Odyssey was about a guy's commute home: technically correct, but you're really missing the point. Cujo is a novel about …showed first 75 words of 1716 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1716 total…the dog is gripping and gives the character incredible depth. However Cujo is not the only show in town so to speak. Even aside from the humans in this novel it has a huge character in the form of tension so strong it could almost be called Fate. Circumstances upon circumstances pile up to form the totally harrowing turn of events which is the crux of the story. Cujo is a superb masterpiece of horror.