“My belief had ended,” Jamie Morton says, simply-that is, until Rev. One arm was all Patsy Jacobs could use, because the other had been torn off at the elbow.” And soon enough, the good reverend, broken by life, is off to other things, while our protagonist drinks deep of the choppy waters of sex, drugs and rock ’n’ roll. Soon enough, bad things happen: “The woman had a dripping bundle clasped to her breast with one arm. In this instance, a preacher arrives in a small New England town-always a small New England town-with an attractive wife and small child. Beg pardon, nutshell, though of course it’s madness that motivates all his most memorable characters.
Think of two central meanings of the title-a religious awakening and bringing someone back to life-and you’ll have King’s latest in a nuthouse.
Mercedes), veteran yarn spinner King continues to point out the unspeakably spooky weirdness that lies on the fringes of ordinary life. In his second novel of 2014 (the other being Mr.
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