Revelations

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Overview

One thousand years...the Millennium...arrives as the twentieth century ends. And with the Millennium comes a unique publishing event - an anthology/novel written by the superstars of contemporary suspense, horror, and fantasy fiction. Decade by decade we witness, through their vivid storytelling techniques, the horrors and the hopes of the century that some see as humankind's darkest...and last: our own.
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Editorial Reviews

A Guran
Editor Winter originally intended this anthology to be called Millennium, "marking the close of the twentieth century...through a sequence of stories, one set in each decade of the past hundred years." Although the U.K. edition is still called Millennium, the book wound up entitled Revelations here in the United States. This title may actually be the better one, as the stories are revelatory of the imagination, craftsmanship, and intelligence of some remarkable writers.

The "horror" of Revelations is not derived from the supernatural or from a concept of human-as-monster psychopathology. It is, as Winter puts it, based in the fear of "that which can not be made safe."Revelations' eloquent, often moving stories serve as individual reminders that catastrophe, plague, and evil are always with us. Taken together they become a literary manifesto of what dark fiction could become -- should become if we are fortunate -- in the next decade.

Joe Lansdale's "The Big Blow" offers indelible rip-roaring characterization and cinematic imagery based in boxing, human prejudice and desperation, as well as the overwhelming natural force of a hurricane. The plague of the influenza epidemic in David Morrell's "If I Should Die Before I Wake," provides a structure for the author to quietly and memorably remind us that life is always an act of faith. F. Paul Wilson's "Aryans and Absinthe" is an utterly chilling look at how the hideous evil of the Nazi regime came to be. "Triads" by Poppy Z. Brite and Christa Faust draws us into a world of love, hate, pain, and devastation as an ancient civilization becomes a new order. Ramsey Campbell's unforgettable "The Word" takes some hilarious, serious, and amazing turns with his portrait of a fanzine editor and humanity's need for God.

It is almost unfair to single out any of these individual novellas, as all are consummately literate. Clive Barker's "wrap-around," and stories from Charles Grant, Whitley Strieber, David J. Schow and Craig Spector, Elizabeth Massie and Richard Christian Matheson each convey a sense of the always constant, but ever-changing darkness of our world. This is a book, these are stories, that make you think as well as feel. That is my highest personal accolade.
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An original story anthology and mighty hymn to a coming apocalypse by 14 leading horror writers, gathered here by inspired editor Winter (Prime Evil, 1988, etc).

Each decade of the 20th century is assigned to a writer or writers (in two cases they work in tandem) who evoke the particular madness of that decade as it contributes to a prophecy for the next century. Winter tells us that the end of the present millennium, now upon us, is "a time of revelation," as in the apocalyptic revelations of St. John. He has spent seven years assembling this book, looking for genuinely original writing that rises above genre clichés, and he has largely achieved his objective. Clive Barker, in top form, offers two works: the introductory "Chiliad: A Meditation—Men and Sin," about the thousand years of guilt leading up to this century; and the anthology's wrap-up short novel, "Chiliad: A Moment at the River's Heart," a parable about guilt that rises magnificently above genre. In Joe R. Lansdale's "The Big Blow," black boxer Jack Johnson fights for his life against the toughest white man he's ever met, while a wave as big as the Great Wall of China hits Galveston. In F. Paul Wilson's "Aryans and Absinthe," a Jewish bookseller in Berlin in 1923 has an absinthe hallucination, foresees the death camps, and attempts to assassinate Hitler. Poppy Z. Brite and Christa Faust offer the immensely stylish, crystalline "Triads," featuring two boys sold to a Peking Opera troupe who later, going go out into life as women, get mixed up with Chinese mafia/revolutionaries and witness the Japanese bombing of Shanghai. Other big names on hand include, among others, Whitley Strieber, Charles Grant, and Ramsey Campbell. Astute, entertaining mainstream fantasy.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780060937737
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/2/2001
  • Pages: 656
  • Product dimensions: 5.31 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 1.01 (d)

Meet the Author

Douglas E. Winter has been hailed as "the conscience of horror and dark fantasy." His books include the critically acclaimed novel Run; the anthologies Prime Evil and Revelations; and the authorized biography Stephen King: The Heart of Darkness. An attorney with the internationally based law firm Bryan Cave LLP, Mr. Winter is a member of the National Book Critics Circle. He lives near Washington, D.C.

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Chapter One



Chiliad: A Meditation - Men and Sin



In my mind, the river flows both ways. Out toward the sea toward futurity; to death, of course; to revelation, perhaps; perhaps to both. And back the way it came, at least at those places where the currents are most perverse; where vortexes appear, and the waters are like foamy skirts on the hips of the rocks. I have made my spying places at those spots. Rough hides on the muddy banks, sometimes nests of sticks and blankets. in the embrace of branches, from which vantage points I can surreptitiously study the river as it contradicts itself, setting the details down in my notebook for subsequent analysis. On occasion I have even ventured into the tumult: once intentionally, once by accident (a branch broke beneath me and I almost drowned, knocked back and forth between the rocks like a shuttlecock). It was far from pleasant, believe me. Don't trust what you may hear from shamans, who tell you, with puffy eyes, how fine it is to bathe in the river. They have their mutability to keep them from harm. The rest of us are much more brittle; more likely to bruise and break in the flood., It is, in truth, vile to be in the midst of such a commanding torrent: not to know if you will be carried back to the womb — to the ease of the mother's waters — or out into cold father death. To hope one moment, and be in extremis the next; and not to know, half the time, which of the prospects comforts and which arouses fear.

But as long as I am safe on the bank, merely a witness, it is a fine place to meditate. And sometimes the proximity ofthe waters — perhaps their spray, which mists the air, perhaps their roar, which makes the heart tremble — induces visions.

Once, for instance, sitting in my hide spying on the river, I imagined myself abruptly removed to a hillside. The scene before me was that of a patchwork of fields in which men and women labored. There was much about the sight that put me in mind of a medieval illumination. The backbreaking work of the peasants, the absence of any sign of modernity — a vehicle, a telegraph pole — but more than these, a flatness about the whole panorama that made the cerulean sky and the rolling horizon and all that waslaid between my hillside and that horizon — hedgerows, paths' fields, and cottages — appear to lie in the same plane of vision; all in perfect focus, and in perfect relation to one another. It seemed to me that this world existed somewhere between actuality and design. It was part document, part decoration.

My gaze became fixed upon a plowman who was working a little distance from me. He was digging up corpses, I saw; the motion of his spade uncovering the dead, one by one. Was this a cemetery? I wondered. I could see that there were markers in the ground, but they did not resemble gravestones; they were simply stripped twigs, driven into the earth to show the whereabouts of the cadavers, which had been buried at regular intervals all across the field.

And then I realized my error. There was movement among these corpses. They were turning over in their wormy beds so as to look at the sky, stretching their pale, naked limbs like sleepers stirred from slumber. Some were sitting up; standing now, still doubting the reliability of their limbs. They were most of them old: faces wizened, breasts empty, eyes blind, or rheumy. And yet they were, happy in their condition. They capered as they grew to trust their legs and their good fortune, greeting one another with toothless smiles. Then they proceeded to make their way down the much-rutted road to the cluster of huts that lay a little distance from their field, their gait growing steadier as they went. I saw the doors of the huts flung wide, and the dead welcomed over the thresholds as though they were expected. Fires were lit to warm them; stew, bread, and wine were set before them. They ate, they dressed, then they sat and listened to their hosts' children, who talked to them with great gravity, as children do.

After a time, they began to live; to get about the duties of men and women who have purpose and appetite. And as they did so — as they thatched and fished and prayed and sat contemplating the sky — I saw the toll of years steadily removed. I saw their hair thicken, and their flesh grow ruddier; I saw the women's breasts become lush, and their haggard faces become smooth; I saw the men strengthen, and their gums get teeth, and the sexes turn glittering eyes on one another, and marry.

I understood the vision more clearly now. These were people who were born from the grave, and were living backwards toward the womb. No wonder they'd listened so a attentively to the infants when they'd first returned; they were attending to the wisdom of their elders.

I longed to hear what passed between them: to ask them, if we had a tongue in common, what it felt like to be born from the grave. But that was not to be. The crop of couples I'd seen unearthed by the man in the field was by now reduced to treasured childhood, the oldest of them carried as babes-in-arms, shrinking still, until they were little more than red worms in the palms of their protectors, in which state they were taken back to the ground from which they'd come, and with great irreverence — much laughter, much drinking — buried. Several of the women stripped naked and danced a stamping dance on the earth to pack it tight upon the heads of these seeds. Then the crowd returned to the village. There it waited for the sun...

Revelations. Copyright © by Douglas E. Winter. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Table of Contents

"Chiliad: A Meditation - Men and Sin" 1
1900 "The Big Blow" 21
1910 "If I Should Die Before I Wake" 69
1920 "Aryans and Absinthe" 107
1930 "Triads" 141
1940 "Riding the Black" 209
1950 "The Open Doors" 235
1960 "Fixtures of Matchstick Men and Joo" 271
1970 "Whatever" 311
1980 "Dismantling Fortress Architecture" 345
1990 "The Word" 383
"Chiliad: A Meditation - A Moment at the River's Heart" 413
"The End" (An Afterword) 441
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