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On a brisk autumn day, a twelve-year-old boy stands on the shores of the gray Atlantic, near a silent amusement park and a fading ocean resort called the Alhambra. The past has driven Jack Sawyer here: his father is gone, his mother is dying, and the world no longer makes sense. But for Jack everything is about to change. For he has been chosen to make a journey back across America--and into another realm.

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Overview

On a brisk autumn day, a twelve-year-old boy stands on the shores of the gray Atlantic, near a silent amusement park and a fading ocean resort called the Alhambra. The past has driven Jack Sawyer here: his father is gone, his mother is dying, and the world no longer makes sense. But for Jack everything is about to change. For he has been chosen to make a journey back across America--and into another realm.

One of the most influential and heralded works of fantasy ever written, The Talisman is an extraordinary novel of loyalty, awakening, terror, and mystery. Jack Sawyer, on a desperate quest to save his mother's life, must search for a prize across an epic landscape of innocents and monsters, of incredible dangers and even more incredible truths. The prize is essential, but the journey means even more. Let the quest begin. . . .
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Washington Post
Extraordinary . . . Makes your hair stand on end.
New York Daily News
A Classic . . . rare and dazzling.
Washington Post
Extraordinary . . . Makes your hair stand on end.
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A Classic . . . rare and dazzling.
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The first (1984) collaboration between horror/fantasy writers King and Straub, this book has been reissued in multiple formats to coincide with the publication of its sequel, Black House. In The Talisman, 12-year-old Jack Sawyer takes on a quest in this and a parallel world, the "Territories," to acquire a mystical talisman that will save the life of his dying mother and her "twinner," the Queen of the Territories. Jack "flips" back and forth between worlds during his journey, finding his way through and past representatives of good and evil in both. Award-winning reader Frank Muller continues his long string of superlative performances. This program will generate lots of demand a must for current fiction collections. Also available in the newer, highly compressed MP3-CD format, which requires a CD player that is MP3-compatible or a computer with CD-ROM drive and MP3 player software loaded. Kristen L. Smith, Loras Coll. Lib., Dubuque, IA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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“Rare and dazzling…A journey to rival the greatest adventure stories ever told.”—New York Daily News

“Extraordinary…makes your hair stand on end.”—Washington Post

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743520157
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Audio
  • Publication date: 9/28/2001
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Abridged, 18 cassettes, 28 hrs.
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 4.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen King is the author of more than fifty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent novel 11/22/63 was named a top ten book of 2011 by The New York Times Book Review and won the Los Angeles Times Prize. He lives in Maine with his wife, novelist Tabitha King. Peter Straub is the New York Times bestselling author of more than a dozen novels, most recently A Dark Matter. He has three times won the Bram Stoker Award. He lives in New York City.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Richard Bachman
      Stephen A. King
      Stephen Edwin King
    2. Hometown:
      Bangor, Maine
    1. Date of Birth:
      September 21, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Portland, Maine
    1. Education:
      B.S., University of Maine at Orono, 1970
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The Alhambra Inn and Gardens

On September 15th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the water and land come together, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking out at the steady Atlantic. He was twelve years old and tall for his age. The sea-breeze swept back his brown hair, probably too long, from a fine, clear brow. He stood there, filled with the confused and painful emotions he had lived with for the last three months—since the time when his mother had closed their house on Rodeo Drive in Los Angeles and, in a flurry of furniture, checks, and real-estate agents, rented an apartment on Central Park West. From that apartment they had fled to this quiet resort on New Hampshire’s tiny seacoast. Order and regularity had disappeared from Jack’s world. His life seemed as shifting, as uncontrolled, as the heaving water before him. His mother was moving him through the world, twitching him from place to place; but what moved his mother?

His mother was running, running.

Jack turned around, looking up the empty beach first to the left, then to the right. To the left was Arcadia Funworld, an amusement park that ran all racket and roar from Memorial Day to Labor Day. It stood empty and still now, a heart between beats. The roller coaster was a scaffold against that featureless, overcast sky, the uprights and angled supports like strokes done in charcoal. Down there was his new friend, Speedy Parker, but the boy could not think about Speedy Parker now. To the right was the Alhambra Inn and Gardens, and that was where the boy’s thoughts relentlessly took him. On the day of their arrival Jack had momentarily thought he’d seen arainbow over its dormered and gambreled roof. A sign of sorts, a promise of better things. But there had been no rainbow. A weathervane spun right-left, left-right, caught in a crosswind. He had got out of their rented car, ignoring his mother’s unspoken desire for him to do something about the luggage, and looked up. Above the spinning brass cock of the weathervane hung only a blank sky.

“Open the trunk and get the bags, sonny boy,” his mother had called to him. “This broken-down old actress wants to check in and hunt down a drink.”

“An elementary martini,” Jack had said.

“ ‘You’re not so old,’ you were supposed to say.” She was pushing herself effortfully off the carseat.

“You’re not so old.”

She gleamed at him—a glimpse of the old, go-to-hell Lily Cavanaugh (Sawyer), queen of two decades’ worth of B movies. She straightened her back. “It’s going to be okay here, Jacky,” she had said. “Everything’s going to be okay here. This is a good place.”

A seagull drifted over the roof of the hotel, and for a second Jack had the disquieting sensation that the weathervane had taken flight.

“We’ll get away from the phone calls for a while, right?”

“Sure,” Jack had said. She wanted to hide from Uncle Morgan, she wanted no more wrangles with her dead husband’s business partner, she wanted to crawl into bed with an elementary martini and hoist the covers over her head. . . .

Mom, what’s wrong with you?

There was too much death, the world was half-made of death. The gull cried out overhead.

“Andelay, kid, andelay,” his mother had said. “Let’s get into the Great Good Place.”

Then, Jack had thought: At least there’s always Uncle Tommy to help out in case things get really hairy.

But Uncle Tommy was already dead; it was just that the news was still on the other end of a lot of telephone wires. 2 n

The Alhambra hung out over the water, a great Victorian pile on gigantic granite blocks which seemed to merge almost seamlessly with the low headland—a jutting collarbone of granite here on the few scant miles of New Hampshire seacoast. The formal gardens on its landward side were barely visible from Jack’s beachfront angle—a dark green flip of hedge, that was all. The brass cock stood against the sky, quartering west by northwest. A plaque in the lobby announced that it was here, in 1838, that the Northern Methodist Conference had held the first of the great New England abolition rallies. Daniel Webster had spoken at fiery, inspired length. According to the plaque, Webster had said: “From this day forward, know that slavery as an American institution has begun to sicken and must soon die in all our states and territorial lands.” 3 n

So they had arrived, on that day last week which had ended the turmoil of their months in New York. In Arcadia Beach there were no lawyers employed by Morgan Sloat popping out of cars and waving papers which had to be signed, had to be filed, Mrs. Sawyer. In Arcadia Beach the telephones did not ring out from noon until three in the morning (Uncle Morgan appeared to forget that residents of Central Park West were not on California time). In fact the telephones in Arcadia Beach rang not at all.

On the way into the little resort town, his mother driving with squinty-eyed concentration, Jack had seen only one person on the streets—a mad old man desultorily pushing an empty shopping cart along a sidewalk. Above them was that blank gray sky, an uncomfortable sky. In total contrast to New York, here there was only the steady sound of the wind, hooting up deserted streets that looked much too wide with no traffic to fill them. Here were empty shops with signs in the windows saying open weekends only or, even worse, see you in june! There were a hundred empty parking places on the street before the Alhambra, empty tables in the Arcadia Tea and Jam Shoppe next door.

And shabby-crazy old men pushed shopping carts along deserted streets.

“I spent the happiest three weeks of my life in this funny little place,” Lily told him, driving past the old man (who turned, Jack saw, to look after them with frightened suspicion—he was mouthing something but Jack could not tell what it was) and then swinging the car up the curved drive through the front gardens of the hotel.

For that was why they had bundled everything they could not live without into suitcases and satchels and plastic shopping bags, turned the key in the lock on the apartment door (ignoring the shrill ringing of the telephone, which seemed to penetrate that same keyhole and pursue them down the hall); that was why they had filled the trunk and back seat of the rented car with all their overflowing boxes and bags and spent hours crawling north along the Henry Hudson Parkway, then many more hours pounding up I-95—because Lily Cavanaugh Sawyer had once been happy here. In 1968, the year before Jack’s birth, Lily had been nominated for an Academy Award for her role in a picture called Blaze. Blaze was a better movie than most of Lily’s, and in it she had been able to demonstrate a much richer talent than her usual bad-girl roles had revealed. Nobody expected Lily to win, least of all Lily; but for Lily the customary clich about the real honor being in the nomination was honest truth—she did feel honored, deeply and genuinely, and to celebrate this one moment of real professional recognition, Phil Sawyer had wisely taken her for three weeks to the Alhambra Inn and Gardens, on the other side of the continent, where they had watched the Oscars while drinking champagne in bed. (If Jack had been older, and had he had an occasion to care, he might have done the necessary subtraction and discovered that the Alhambra had been the place of his essential beginning.)

When the Supporting Actress nominations were read, according to family legend, Lily had growled to Phil, “If I win this thing and I’m not there, I’ll do the Monkey on your chest in my stiletto heels.”

But when Ruth Gordon had won, Lily had said, “Sure, she deserves it, she’s a great kid.” And had immediately poked her husband in the middle of the chest and said, “You’d better get me another part like that, you big-shot agent you.”

There had been no more parts like that. Lily’s last role, two years after Phil’s death, had been that of a cynical ex-prostitute in a film called Motorcycle Maniacs.

It was that period Lily was commemorating now, Jack knew as he hauled the baggage out of the trunk and the back seat. A D’Agostino bag had torn right down through the big d’ag, and a jumble of rolled-up socks, loose photographs, chessmen and the board, and comic books had dribbled over all else in the trunk. Jack managed to get most of this stuff into other bags. Lily was moving slowly up the hotel steps, pulling herself along on the railing like an old lady. “I’ll find the bellhop,” she said without turning around.

Jack straightened up from the bulging bags and looked again at the sky where he was sure he had seen a rainbow. There was no rainbow, only that uncomfortable, shifting sky.

Then:

“Come to me,” someone said behind him in a small and perfectly audible voice.

“What?” he asked, turning around. The empty gardens and drive stretched out before him.

“Yes?” his mother said. She looked crickle-backed, leaning over the knob of the great wooden door.

“Mistake,” he said. There had been no voice, no rainbow. He forgot both and looked up at his mother, who was struggling with the vast door. “Hold on, I’ll help,” he called, and trotted up the steps, awkwardly carrying a big suitcase and a straining paper bag filled with sweaters. 4 n

Until he met Speedy Parker, Jack had moved through the days at the hotel as unconscious of the passage of time as a sleeping dog. His entire life seemed almost dreamlike to him during these days, full of shadows and inexplicable transitions. Even the terrible news about Uncle Tommy which had come down the telephone wires the night before had not entirely awakened him, as shocking as it had been. If Jack had been a mystic, he might have thought that other forces had taken him over and were manipulating his mother’s life and his own. Jack Sawyer at twelve was a being who required things to do, and the noiseless passivity of these days, after the hubbub of Manhattan, had confused and undone him in some basic way.

Jack had found himself standing on the beach with no recollection of having gone there, no idea of what he was doing there at all. He supposed he was mourning Uncle Tommy, but it was as though his mind had gone to sleep, leaving his body to fend for itself. He could not concentrate long enough to grasp the plots of the sitcoms he and Lily watched at night, much less keep the nuances of fiction in his head.

“You’re tired from all this moving around,” his mother said, dragging deeply on a cigarette and squinting at him through the smoke. “All you have to do, Jack-O, is relax for a little while. This is a good place. Let’s enjoy it as long as we can.”

Bob Newhart, before them in a slightly too-reddish color on the set, bemusedly regarded a shoe he held in his right hand.

“That’s what I’m doing, Jacky.” She smiled at him. “Relaxing and enjoying it.”

He peeked at his watch. Two hours had passed while they sat in front of the television, and he could not remember anything that had preceded this program.

Jack was getting up to go to bed when the phone rang. Good old Uncle Morgan Sloat had found them. Uncle Morgan’s news was never very great, but this was apparently a blockbuster even by Uncle Morgan’s standards. Jack stood in the middle of the room, watching as his mother’s face grew paler, palest. Her hand crept to her throat, where new lines had appeared over the last few months, and pressed lightly. She said barely a word until the end, when she whispered, “Thank you, Morgan,” and hung up. She had turned to Jack then, looking older and sicker than ever.

“Got to be tough now, Jacky, all right?”

He hadn’t felt tough.

She took his hand then and told him.

“Uncle Tommy was killed in a hit-and-run accident this afternoon, Jack.”

He gasped, feeling as if the wind had been torn out of him.

“He was crossing La Cienega Boulevard and a van hit him. There was a witness who said it was black, and that the words wild child were written on the side, but that was . . . was all.”

Lily began to cry. A moment later, almost surprised, Jack began to cry as well. All of that had happened three days ago, and to Jack it seemed forever. 5 n

On September 15th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood looking out at the steady water as he stood on an unmarked beach before a hotel that looked like a castle in a Sir Walter Scott novel. He wanted to cry but was unable to release his tears. He was surrounded by death, death made up half the world, there were no rainbows. The wild child van had subtracted Uncle Tommy from the world. Uncle Tommy, dead in L.A., too far from the East Coast, where even a kid like Jack knew he really belonged. A man who felt he had to put on a tie before going out to get a roast beef sandwich at Arby’s had no business on the west coast at all.

His father was dead, Uncle Tommy was dead, his mother might be dying. He felt death here, too, at Arcadia Beach, where it spoke through telephones in Uncle Morgan’s voice. It was nothing as cheap or obvious as the melancholy feel of a resort in the off-season, where one kept stumbling over the Ghosts of Summers Past; it seemed to be in the texture of things, a smell on the ocean breeze. He was scared . . . and he had been scared for a long time. Being here, where it was so quiet, had only helped him to realize it—had helped him to realize that maybe Death had driven all the way up I-95 from New York, squinting out through cigarette smoke and asking him to find some bop on the car radio.

Copyright 2001 by Stephen King Peter Straub
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  • Posted February 11, 2012

    I loved it!

    I am a huge Stephen King fan and this is an oldy but a goody to me! Just reread this on my Nook and was really happy to revisit this story!

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 4, 2009

    One of my favorite books ever

    I read this book a few years ago and I couldn't put it down. I swear I read for two days straight. I was never a big Stephen King fan, because I find his work to be a little creepy for me, then my friend lent me this book and was amazed when I handed it back to him three days later and said it was the best book I had ever read!

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 25, 2012

    The Talisman is a top favorite of all the books I've read and no

    The Talisman is a top favorite of all the books I've read and not just my favorite Stephen King book. If you like to be transported by fiction - this is the book for you! I have read this book three times over several years and I just bought it for my Nook so I can read it again and keep it pristine. It has everything; good versus evil, wide-eyed wonder and wide-eyed terror and the characters are amazing and truely unforgetable. I am envious of the people who have just started reading it. You will be amazed!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 17, 2011

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    Unimaginably Satisfying

    That is what I felt upon concluding this book. I ended up picking this up looking for a werewolf book. It has werewolves but it's not a werewolf story. It is a pure, unadulterated, unashamed fantasy novel. It is the best because it's not about what happens but absolutely about the journey that gets us there. You have so many emotions that you experience throughout this book that there's a part of you that doesn't want it to end. The last 150 pages I could barely put it down. It gives you every feeling you should experience while reading a truly great novel. I can't wait for my children to be old enough to read it and understand it. If you are a fan or the genre or want to try out just one fantasy novel, this is it. Loved it!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 24, 2008

    Excellent!

    Hands down this is my favorite in my Stephen King collection! I am on my second copy and about to order a new one since the cover and pages are coming loose from being read so many times!! It is especially good if you can follow it up with Black House. Get it, read it, love it!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2012

    Wonderful!

    It starts out slow but if you can make it through the 1st 2 chps you wont be sorry! I wish they would make a movie. Wonderful story about death, friendship, faith and growing up with a King twist.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2012

    The Reason I Became A King Fan

    Unimaginable imagination and wonder... perfect ending!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2011

    My favorite King book !

    I've read most if Stephen King's books, but this is the only one i've read several times.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 18, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    My favorite Stephen King book.

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  • Posted January 10, 2010

    One of my all time favorites...

    I have read a lot of books and this is one that I come back to repeatedly over the years. It is truly one of my all time favorite stories... I revisit it in my mind because it is so great...

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2006

    Unbelievalbe!

    I loved this book from beginning to end. It was a pretty quick read also. I had to re-read the climax because I read it so fast the first time I was basically skipping whole sentences. I was just too excited to slow myself down. I just started reading Black House today, and I must say that I hope Richard makes an appearance. His character was pretty annoying at first, and I wanted to slap him myself, but by the end I really like him.

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

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    This is my favorite book of all time. It is a coming of age, dra

    This is my favorite book of all time. It is a coming of age, drama filled, suspense laden trip through the United States with the hero Jack at the realm. I have re read this book once a year since it has been released and discover new things all of the time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2012

    You

    Get the free sample and this guy is weird.

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  • Posted December 27, 2012

    One of my all-time favorite books!

    King and Straub hit a homerun with this book. It is one of my favorites and I have read it many times. I love the grittiness and ugliness of what happens to Jack as he travels back and forth between this world and The Territories, and I love the character, Wolf.
    The beginning of the book is a little slow but it contains crucial information to how the story unfolds. Stick it out, it is definitely worth reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2012

    NMV

    This is by far the best of Kings work. A must have this will be my third time reading. An enjoyable journey into another dimension. Hope i didnot give anything away. Enjoyable i must say.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2012

    Loved it.

    Amazing story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2012

    Couldnt put it down

    This was an awesome book from start to finish. Its really long but you get so lost in it you barely notice. I learned my new favorite word from this book: Axiomatic. Although some words and sayings can become repetitive it all adds to the character of the tale.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2014

    Highly recommend!!

    I have read this book many times and remains one of my favorite, The story keeps you from not wanting to put the book down, I had to have it for my nook so this must be my 4th or 5th re read of this book that's how much I love it!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2014

    Loved this book!

    I truly loved this book and Black House. Great story!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    Not my favorite

    I've read a lot of stephen king books. This one, though, I just could not get into. Its kind of hard to follow. It talks a lot about random stuff that probably has meaning later in the book but it makes the book drag on.

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