Friday, January 9, 2015

Revival

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons, even death may die.

Ever wonder what lies on the other side of the veil between life and death? Well, Stephen King tackles this question in his latest novel, Revival, and--surprise, surprise--the answer he reveals isn't pretty. Things begin innocently enough in the fall of 1962 when six-year-old Jamie Morton meets the new reverend in town, a handsome fellow by the name of Charles Jacobs. Reverend Jacobs and his picture-perfect family make quite an impression on the God-fearing folks of Harlow, and Jacobs even performs a minor miracle of sorts on Jamie's brother when he uses his knowledge of electricity to restore the boy's injured vocal cords. Fast forward three years, and a horrible accident changes everything for Jacobs. Sick with grief, he loses his faith and denounces God from the pulpit, which earns him the bum's rush from Harlow. Jamie assumes he'll never see the good reverend again. Boy, is he ever wrong.


Some years later, Jamie, now a strung-out musician left stranded in Tulsa by his fed-up bandmates, unexpectedly runs into Jacobs one summer night at an amusement park, and he's amazed at the transformation the man has undergone. Jacobs has completely shed his former life as a preacher like an old skin and become a carny huckster, selling his own brand of electric trickery to the rubes gathered around him. Still, Jamie's meeting with Jacobs that night is a fateful one, setting Jamie back on the straight and narrow and giving him a much-needed clean start. But it's not all happily-ever-after when they part ways again. You knew that, right? The revival is coming, and Jacobs' lifelong obsession with the apocalyptic power of electricity will have deadly consequences for many. Before it's all said and done, Jamie will learn the horrible truth about what really lies beyond the grave, and it will haunt him to the end of his days.


Need a hint? There's a door in the wall. You can't see it. It's small and covered with ivy. The ivy is dead. She waits on the other side, above the broken city. Above the paper sky....


This probably goes without saying by now: Stephen King does not disappoint.

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