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372 pages, Paperback
First published November 11, 2014
There were other truths there, as well. I think most people who have suffered great losses in the lives-great tragedies-come to a crossroads. Maybe not right then, but when the shock wears off. It may be months later, it may be years. They either expand as a result of their experience, or they contract.
this is how we bring about our own damnation, you know—by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there’s still time.There is a somewhat leisurely feel to Stephen King’s latest, Revival. Dramatic events are sprinkled throughout the narrative, but the story moves along at what seems a deliberate pace. I am reminded of Ted Williams’s advice for batters, “wait, wait, wait, then quick, quick, quick.” The final, high voltage scenes of Revival pay for the whole.
Plenty going on, but at that moment everything seemed to fall still. I know it’s only the sort of illusion caused by a faulty memory (not to mention a suitcase loaded with dark associations), but the recollection is very strong. All of a sudden there were no kids yelling in the backyard, no records playing upstairs, no banging from the garage. Not a single bird singing.Uh oh. Not exactly meet cute. But new pastor Charlie Jacobs soon charms the residents of Harlow, Maine. He is particularly interested in electricity, and couches many of his sermons and his religious instruction classes for the congregation’s kids in terms of science. His wife and young son are also beloved in the town. But after he suffers a great tragedy, Charlie has a Road from Damascus moment and finds his polarity reversed.
Then the man bent down and the westering sun glared over his shoulder, momentarily blinding me. I raised my hand to shield my eyes.
Sometimes a person…comes into your life…the joker who pops out of the deck at odd intervals over the years, often during a moment of crisis. In the movies this sort of character is known as the fifth business, or the change agent. When he turns up in a film, you know he’s there because the screen writer put him there. But who is screenwriting our lives? Fate or coincidence? I want to believe it’s the latter. I want that with all my heart and soul. When I think of Charles Jacobs—my fifth business, my change agent, my nemesis—I can’t bear to believe his presence in my life had anything to do with fate. It would mean that all these terrible things—these horrors—were meant to happen. If that is so, then there is no such thing as light, and our belief in it is a foolish illusion. If that is so, we live in darkness like animals in a burrow, or ants deep in their hill.If this reminds one of the sort of opening you might read in a tale by H.P. Lovecraft, it is probably no accident. King uses a Lovecraft quote to open the book
And not alone.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,There will be more references to HP in the pages to come, particularly of the Cthulhu sort. King notes this in an interview he did with Goodreads, citing among his influences
And with strange aeons, even death may die.
...Lovecraft … and my own religious upbringing. And I've been wanting to write about tent show healings for a long time.
I wanted to write a balls-to-the-wall supernatural horror story, something I haven't done in a long time. I also wanted to use Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythos, but in a new fashion, if I could, stripping away Lovecraft's high-flown language.
“Once upon a time, in the seventies, a man named Franklin Fay married a woman named Janice Shelley. They were graduate students in the English Department at Columbia University, and went on to teach together. Franklin was a published poet—I’ve read his work and it’s quite good. Given more time he might have been one of the great ones. His wife wrote her dissertation on James Joyce and taught English and Irish literature, in 1980, they had a daughter.”and Mary goes on to bear a child, Viktor. Another godly challenger is powered up as well.
“Mary.”
He was staring out the window, hands clasped behind his back like a ship’s captain on the bridge.King is not referring to the Love Boat. And he gets overt about his reference a short time later.
I've had it since I was a kid, really. I read this story called The Great God Pan in high school, and there were these two characters waiting to see if this woman could come back from the dead and tell them what was over there. It just creeped me out. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about this Mary Shelley-Frankenstein thing.As King gets on in years, it is not surprising to see him write a story that spans a lifetime, seeing the growth, the change in people, family, friends.
this is, at least to a degree, about getting old and the rapid passage of our lives. "It's a damn short movie," James McMurtry says, "how'd we ever end up here?"Frankly, I did not get a huge charge out of most of the book, but when sparks fly at the climax, you may find your hair standing on end. King does not short-circuit the story with too much emphasis on the recovering-substance-abuser element. There are some obvious correlations. One must expect that the blackouts experienced by many in this story echo blackouts experienced by real people, living at a much lower voltage. In which case, religion, in the form of Charlie’s revival-tent antics, is truly the opiate of the masses. That there are long-term after-effects from exposure to Charlie’s highly charged healing also speaks to the similarity religion has to addictive substances. King’s consideration of science versus faith is definitely worthwhile, as is his look at how people with power and/or influence abuse their abilities and position, and how people in need look to externals to solve their problems. If you are looking for non-stop thrills, you will not find that here. But I suggest you overcome your resistance because there is thematic substance here, engaging characters and because the payoff is so electrifying.
You see me standing here beside you, and hear my voice; but I tell you that all these things—yes, from that star that has just shone out in the sky to the solid ground beneath our feet—I say that all these are but dreams and shadows; the shadows that hide the real world from our eyes. There is a real world, but it is beyond this glamour and this vision, beyond these 'chases in Arras, dreams in a career,' beyond them all as beyond a veil. I do not know whether any human being has ever lifted that veil; but I do know, Clarke, that you and I shall see it lifted this very night from before another's eyes. You may think this all strange nonsense; it may be strange, but it is true, and the ancients knew what lifting the veil means. They called it seeing the god Pan."And here is a link to the entire tale on the Gutenberg Project site.
"People say that where there’s life, there’s hope, and I have no quarrel with that, but I also believe the reverse.
There is hope, therefore I live."
"Something happened."
"She was just a year old, but she had wanted me to stay longer. That’s how you know you’re home, I think, no matter how far you’ve gone from it or how long you’ve been in some other place. Home is where they want you to stay longer."
"Well, you know what they say, Jamie: The road to hell is paved with good intentions."
"This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know—by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there’s still time."
“Religion is the theological equivalent of a quick-buck insurance scam, where you pay in your premium year after year, and then, when you need the benefits you paid for so – pardon the pun – so religiously, you discover the company that took your money does not, in fact, exist.”
"People say that where there’s life, there’s hope, and I have no quarrel with that, but I also believe the reverse.
There is hope, therefore I live."
"That is Not Dead which can Eternal Lie, and with Strange Aeons Even Death may die"H.P. Lovecraft
“But who is screenwriting our lives? Fate or coincidence?
I want to believe it’s the latter. I want that with all my heart and soul.
When I think of Charles Jacobs —my fifth business, my change agent, my nemesis— I can’t bear to believe his presence in my life had anything to do with fate. It would mean that all these terrible things—these horrors—were meant to happen.
If that is so, then there is no such thing as light, and our belief in it is a foolish illusion. If that is so, we live in darkness like animals in a burrow, or ants deep in their hill. And not alone.”
“people always want a reason for the bad things in life. Sometimes there ain’t one.”
“Then they all began to sing. The tune was “Happy Birthday,” but the lyrics had changed.
“Something happened . . . TO YOU! Something happened . . . TO YOU! Something happened, dear Jamie, something happened TO YOU!”
That was when I began to scream.”
“God isn’t as important to people now,” my mother said one day after a particularly disappointing turnout. “A day will come when they’ll be sorry for that.”
“This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know-by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there's still time.”
“Life is a wheel, and it always comes back around to where it started.”