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First came the hill, the plain of grass, the tree, and the House. Then came the cat and Cecy, the Sleeper who Dreams. Bradbury weaves his magic as he introduces the Elliot family who share a farmhouse in northern Illinois with a bevy of ghosts, mummies, vampires, and Timothy, a foundling boy left at the door with a note declaring Historian pinned to his shirt. They await a gathering of spirits from across the world on All-Hallows' Eve. Bradbury, in his afterword, confesses that this book, a product of 55 years, grew out of Homecoming, a story he wrote in his early twenties. Unfortunately, the book feels as if it were assembled a bit at a time. Some parts, particularly the tale of a fading ghost traveling the Orient Express and the story of Angelina Marguerite, a young woman born at age 19 out of her grave who grows quickly younger each day, are vintage Bradbury, reminiscent of his classic Dandelion Wine . Other parts seem like dead ends and confusing rambles. The Charles Addams' illustrations are a nice touch, and Bradbury, even not at top form, has a devoted following. Expect plenty of initial demand.
Kirkus ReviewsAt last—a book you can judge by its cover. For this one sports a wonderfully macabre illustration born of Charles Addams's brief collaboration with master fantasist Bradbury, best known for such classic fiction as The Martian Chronicles (1950) and Fahrenheit 451 (1953). First conceived in 1945 (as a disarming afterword informs us) and only recently finished, this volume records the return appearance of "the October people," an otherworldly family initially encountered in Bradbury's early short story "Homecoming." They hail from ancient Egypt and Old Europe and have levitated in a hinterland between life and death for lo, these many centuries. Now ruefully aware that "the age of discovery and revelations" has rendered them obsolete, they take in a foundling named Timothy designated as the family's historian (and this novel's narrator). Timothy's tale comprises an episodic succession of portraits of family notables, including its rather portentous matriarch ("A Thousand Times Great Grandmere"); visionary Cecy, who can "inhabit" the bodies and souls of various human, animal, and inanimate objects; Uncle "John the Unjust"; and (most amusing of them all) winged Uncle Einar, whose trafficking with humans creates numerous aerodynamic problems. (Whenever he falls to earth, he makes a sound "like a huge telephone book dropped from the sky.") They all eventually succumb to the indifference of a world disinclined to believe they exist (an interesting parallel here to Neil Gaiman's current American Gods , p. 682), and Timothy—a reverse Pinocchio who yearned to become an unreal boy—realizes he must after all live in a fallen, unimaginative world where relatives don't fly or influence the thoughts of rocks and stones and trees. A far cry from the great early stories, but filled with a nostalgic charm that vitiates Bradbury's notorious rhetorical laxness and sentimentality. One of his most attractive and satisfying works in quite some time.
Ray Bradbury, America's most beloved storyteller, has spent a lifetime carrying readers to exhilarating and dangerous places, from dark street comers in unfamiliar cities and towns to the edge of the universe. Now, in an extraordinary flight of the imagination a half-century in the making, he takes us to a most wondrous destination: into the heart of an Eternal Family.
They have lived for centuries in a house of legend and mystery in upper Illinois -- and they are not like other midwesterners. Rarely encountered in daylight hours, their children are curious and wild; their old ones have survived since before the Sphinx first sank its paws deep in Egyptian sands. And some sleep in beds with lids.
Now the house is being readied in anticipation of the gala homecoming that will gather together the farflung branches of this odd and remarkable family. In the past-midnight stillness can be detected the soft fluttering of Uncle Einars wings. From her realm of sleep, Cecy, the fairest and most special daughter, can feel the approach of many a welcome being -- shapeshifter, telepath, somnambulist, vampire -- as she flies high in the consciousness of bird and bat.
But in the midst of eager anticipation, a sense of doom pervades. For the world is changing. And death, no stranger, will always shadow this most singular family: Father, arisen from the Earth; Mother, who never sleeps but dreams; A Thousand Times Great Grandmére; Grandfather, who keeps the wildness of youth between his ears.
And the boy who, more than anyone, carries the burden of time on his shoulders: Timothy, the sad and different foundling son who must share it all, remember, and tell...and who, alone out of all of them, must one day age and wither and die.
By turns lyrical, wistful, poignant, and chilling, From the Dust Returned is the long-awaited new novel by the peerless Ray Bradbury -- a book that will surely be numbered among his most enduring masterworks.