Anarchy: A Novel

Anarchy: A Novel

by James Treadwell

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ISBN-13: 9781451661682
Publisher: Emily Bestler Books
Publication date: 08/05/2014
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 1,139,356
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 8.80(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

James Treadwell is the author of Advent and Anarchy. He was born, brought up, and educated within a mile of the Thames and has spent much of his life further reducing the distance between him and the river. He studied and taught for more than a decade near the crossing at Folly Bridge, Oxford, and now lives within sight of the Tideway in West London. He holds passports from the UK, US, and Canada.

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Anarchy

  • 1

    Speak

    “ . . .”

    Speak. Speak

    “. . . sp . . .”

    Answer

    “. . . ah . . .”

    Answer me. Be voiced. Be mouthed

    “Be . . .”

    I am speech. I I am mouth and breath. I I I am consonant and vowel. Speak

    “I.”

    I am I am I am the irresistible word. I make a mouth out of your shadow of a mouth and a name out of your shadow of a name. Answer me

    “Who.”

    Remember me. I am undeniable. I am here

    “Nowhere.”

    I speak the sun and light ascends. I speak the arrow and plague falls. I am the lyre and the laurel and the long road. I I I am here. Where I stand is an island in these dark waters. I make a place

    “I’m not . . . I’m not.”

    You are. I am inescapable. I am the absence of choice

    “Let me go.”

    There is nowhere else to go. I am every road. I am every beginning and every end. I am prophecy. I am desire and I am consummation. I am the bright eye of the heavens. I am the light that falls everywhere

    “Not here. It’s so dark.”

    I am without contradiction. Remember. You fled me once

    “Don’t.”

    You fled light. You fled the sun. You hid yourself

    “Ah.”

    You fled with my seed. You sought the dark. You sought to escape my eye. Say whether I found you

    “That was . . .”

    Answer

    “When I was . . . I was.”

    Say what happened. Speak

    “That was before.”

    I am then and now. I I I am above and below. I pour golden breath in your mouth. My seed is truth. Say it

    “You found me.”

    I found you

    “You fell on me.”

    I fell on you. I planted my golden seed in you

    “Let me go.”

    My seed has grown

    “No. Oh no.”

    Remember

    “Not that. Not him.”

    My seed has grown and become prophecy. Truth walks the world above

    “Let me forget. Please.”

    I forbid it. I I I banish forgetting. I have been forgotten and now and now now there will be no more oblivion

    “Let me . . . not speak.”

    You begged me. You refused me. Remember. I am implacable. Remember. Say what happened

    “I was . . .”

    Remember

    “I went . . .”

    You came east to a place that belonged to me. You refused to forget. You slept among oak trees and the sun rose and turned them golden and I was the gold I was the grove I was the sun and the seed

    “Ah. No.”

    And I was the light that fell on you and the light you fled from and I was the beginning of the long road you took and though you hid from me I was also the end

    “No. Agony.”

    And I was the seed that took root in you and I was the pain of its growing and I was the bitter music of its birth

    “No. I want silence.”

    And I am the plague that burst in blood from your womb and I am the mouth you suckled and I I I I am the word that mouth must speak

    “It’s so dark. I’m so alone.”

    I am the blood and the burnt offering and the smoke from the hidden fire. I am the writing on the sibylline leaves. I am everything no longer forgotten. I am the message you could not speak before you died. I have a thousand names and every one of them is true. I give you back your name and your voice

    “No one can hear me.”

    I am the voice in darkness. I am the words written in the sky by the wings of birds. I I I I am oracle

    “No more. Finished.”

    I I am the road you trod. I am not finished. I have no horizon

    “Let me go. Let me be forgotten.”

    I deny it. Remember

    “Ah.”

    I am the light that always returns. I am the sun the sun the sun

    “My son. I remember. Our son.”

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    Anarchy: A Novel 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
    Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
    Book two of the Advent Trilogy strikes off and leaves the realm of young adult, in my opinion. It is a much more adult novel with a much darker feel to it. There was quite a bit of jumping around from place to place and person to person, I had a very hard time following parts of it.  I don't think I really "got" what the story was trying to say in this one. I enjoyed book one, Advent, but I struggled to finish Anarchy. Since I wasn't able to follow where the author was trying to with this one I'm afraid I just didn't enjoy it. A reader who is able to follow the story better or fall into the characters will probably love it - it just wasn't meant for me. *This book was received in exchange for an honest review*
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    One of the best books I have read.
    arbjamesAJ More than 1 year ago
    Occasionally I like to read books outside of my usual reading comfort zone so that I can better suggest books for my library patrons.  Anarchy by James Treadwell at first doesn’t seem so far outside of my usual reading as it deals essentially with the return of magic to our world.  There are several characters who seemingly have nothing to do with one another but turn out to be inextricably woven together.  Amidst the chaos caused by computers all over the world shutting down and sightings of mysteries shadow beings, people are going missing.  One police officer goes in search of a missing teen accused of murder.  A mother goes in search of her missing son.  A girl on the edge of womanhood goes in search of a life outside of her lonely existence.  Somehow they are all connected and their journeys are quite different than any of them imagined. I honestly was confused for most of the book.  There was so much that didn’t make sense and wasn’t really explained.  This is the second in a trilogy, so I’m not sure if my experience would have been better if I had read the first one before starting this one.