Stephen King is the master. I think there is little doubt about that. But even masters are prone to stinkers sometimes, and I think this is one of his.
One of Stephen King's strengths is undoubtedly his believable and complex characters. In fact, you could argue that his books are more about the nature of human beings than about horror. Some certainly lean towards the examination of humankind more than others, and Rose Madder is one of these. It is the very reason why I chose to read this book. 'Stephen King tackling domestic abuse? Could be tasty,' I thought.
But, although King weaves his regular magic of crawling inside a characters head, finding a comfortable corner there, and relaying their every thought, emotion, and quirky mindset, he failed to offer anything fresh and remarkable in terms of story line (at least for the first half of the book). If you've ever read or seen a domestic abuse story before (say, SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY, for instants) then you'll be offered nothing new by the events of the first 300 pages or so. I think King had no fresh ideas about the theme, and so wrote his own rendition on ground already covered.
The story doesn't start to walk its own remarkable path until midway through the book, where we are reacquainted with King's usual imaginative eccentricity. This, you might think, is the saving grace of the book; King finally coming to life and showing us something new, wonderful, and at the same time ghastly. But I'm afraid by now the damage is already done, as we are invested in a very real story - one that seems familiar to us and categorical. The sudden emergence of supernatural events and fantastical oddities seemed too much of a swerve in direction and nature. It's as if King was beginning to bore himself with rewriting stories already told, and embarked on a fancy that would perk his own interest. I'm afraid it makes a bit of a mess of the whole thing.
But, if ever there WAS a reason to read Rose Madder, then its the story's villain; Norman Daniels. I think he was the entire reason I didn't put the book down for good. Of all the diabolic menaces I can think of in King's books, from Pennywise to Randal Flagg to Barlow, I think Normal Daniels might be the most hideously wonderful. King's villains are typically monstrous, and I think Daniels has an advantage with being a regular human being. What King does so well with him, is allow us a front row seat in Daniel's sick mind, so that we are privy to the slow disintegration of his sanity. Believe me, it is gripping watching him go from a self obsessed bully, into an utterly unhinged, maniacal killing machine.
For me, Stephen King has so many good books out there, that Rose Madder ought to be left until you've read all the author's other outstanding works first... twice. Hell, read em three or four times. Every one of them is bound to be better the forth time round than this bloated mess of a story.