The gates

John Connolly, 1968-

Book - 2009

Young Samuel Johnson and his dachshund, Boswell, are trying to show initiative by trick-or-treating a full three days before Halloween which is how they come to witness strange goings-on at 666 Crowley Road. The Abernathys don't mean any harm by their flirtation with the underworld, but when they unknowingly call forth Satan himself, they create a gap in the universe. A gap in which a pair of enormous gates is visible. The gates to Hell. And there are some pretty terrifying beings just itching to get out... Can one small boy defeat evil? Can he harness the power of science, faith, and love to save the world as we know it?

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New York : Atria Books 2009.
Language
English
Main Author
John Connolly, 1968- (-)
Edition
1st Atria Books hardcover ed
Physical Description
296 p. ; 22 cm
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Includes bibliographical references.
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9781439172636
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Review by Booklist Review

It's Halloween, and something suspicious is going on at 666 Crowley Avenue yes, this is a horror novel with its (forked) tongue in cheek. Precocious 11-year-old Samuel is getting a head start on trick-or-treating when he witnesses his neighbors' satanic incantation and the swirling blue portal that opens up in their basement. The adults soon become vessels for demons who hearken the arrival of the Great Malevolence. Meanwhile, a down-on-his-luck demon named Nurd also finds himself mysteriously shuttling between his Wasteland kingdom and Samuel's bedroom, where he and the lad hit it off rather well. It's an appealing B-movie scenario, though Connolly's bemused tone fits uncomfortably between horror and parody. His snark works best in footnotes that provide droll historical commentary. The plot is largely devoid of surprise but has plenty of impish fun when the inept (and unflaggingly polite) army of darkness finally unleashes its onslaught. With its poised young protagonist and puckish plot, this is a natural for young-adult readers making a pit stop on their way to Stephen King.--Kraus, Daniel Copyright 2009 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

With nothing on the package cover to indicate otherwise, Connolly fans might expect a gritty horror thriller; what they'll find instead is a comic yarn about a British boy, Samuel Johnson, and his dog, Boswell, who are attempting to stop the opening of the gates of hell. The footnote-laden opening unfolds in a jaunty, conversational style reminiscent of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, only not as amusing. Once the footnotes fade, the plot grows more compelling, allowing Jonathan Cake to show off his vocal versatility by portraying dotty scientists, snarling denizens of the dark domain, an undead and unpleasant bishop, a surprisingly likable subdemon named Nurd, and the dark lord himself, herein called the Great Malevolence. The author includes numerous satiric swipes at science, religion, British lifestyle, and horror fiction. But much of the material is arch and condescending, and the reading is tediously tongue-in-cheek. An Atria hardcover (Reviews, Aug. 31). (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

An 11-year-old boy, his dachshund and an outcast demon must stop hell on Earth. At their most primal levels, science and fantasy are both about that which might be. In his second novel aimed at both younger readers and open-minded older ones, Connolly (The Book of Lost Things, 2006, etc.) pushes both disciplines to their limits with a hilarious story about a battle between good and evil. Our hero is Samuel Johnson of Biddlecombe, who comes across evil incarnate simply because it happens to live next door. The Abernathys of 666 Crowley Avenue use a mysterious black book to open a tentative portal between this mortal coil and the gates of hell, behind which lurks The Great Malevolence ("The Beast, Satan, etc," as he signs his correspondence), eager to launch an invasion. His chance comes when some escaped energy from the infamous Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland pokes a hole in the proverbial time-space continuum. Sound wild? It is, even before Samuel is attacked by the malevolent Darkness, finds a genuine monster under his bed, and the dead return to life. The book's best invention is Nurd, the obnoxious, self-appointed "Scourge of the Five Deities," who was banished to a remote corner of hell. Falling through a rift, the reluctant demon soon discovers the joys of hanging out with humanity. "Ooooh, that's good," Nurd says, scarfing down a jelly bean. "That's very good. Fluffy. Jelly beans. Big metal things that move fast. What a world you live in!" Wielding a healthy dose of real-life physics and historical facts, Connolly has huge fun playing with the conventions of science and magic, and his enthusiasm is infectious. Learning to walk the fine line between fantasy and reality, he employs a lighter touch than in previous work, and a new infusion of humor is also welcome. Any reader who appreciates the imaginative fantasy of Neil Gaiman or the gentle wit of Christopher Moore will find a kindred spirit here. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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I In Which the Universe Forms, Which Seems Like a Very Good Place to Start IN THE BEGINNING, ABOUT 13.7 billion years ago, to be reasonably precise, there was a very, very small dot.1 The dot, which was hot and incredibly heavy, contained everything that was, and everything that ever would be, all crammed into the tiniest area possible, a point so small that it had no dimensions at all. Suddenly, the dot, which was under enormous pressure due to all that it contained, exploded, and it duly scattered everything that was, or ever would be, across what was now about to become the Universe. Scientists call this the "Big Bang," although it wasn't really a big bang because it happened everywhere, and all at once. Just one thing about that "age of the universe" stuff. There are people who will try to tell you that the Earth is only about 10,000 years old; that humans and dinosaurs were around at more or less the same time, a bit like in the movies Jurassic Park and One Million Years B.C.; and that evolution, the change in the inherited traits of organisms passed from one generation to the next, does not, and never did, happen. Given the evidence, it's hard not to feel that they're probably wrong. Many of them also believe that the universe was created in seven days by an old chap with a beard, perhaps with breaks for tea and sandwiches. This may be true but, if it was created in this way, they were very long days: about two billion years long for each, give or take a few million years, which is a lot of sandwiches. Anyway, to return to the dot, let's be clear on something, because it's very important. The building blocks of everything that you can see around you, and a great deal more that you can't see at all, were blasted from that little dot at a speed so fast that, within a minute, the universe was a million billion miles in size and still expanding, so the dot was responsible for bringing into being planets and asteroids; whales and budgerigars; you, and Julius Caesar, and Elvis Presley. And Evil. Because somewhere in there was all the bad stuff as well, the stuff that makes otherwise sensible people hurt one another. There's a little of it in all of us, and the best that we can do is to try not to let it govern our actions too often. But just as the planets began to take on a certain shape, and the asteroids, and the whales, and the budgerigars, and you, so too, in the darkest of dark places, Evil took on a form. It did so while the residue of the Big Bang spread across the Universe,2 while the earth was cooling, while tectonic plates shifted, until, at last, life appeared, and Evil found a target for its rage. Yet it could not reach us, for the Universe was not ordered in its favor, or so it seemed. But the thing in the darkness was very patient. It stoked the fires of its fury, and it waited for a chance to strike … 1. Scientists call it the "singularity." People who are religious might call it the mote in God's eye. Some scientists will say you can't believe in the singularity and the idea of a god, or gods. Some religious people will try to tell you the same thing. Still, you can believe in the singularity and a god, if you like. It's entirely up to you. One requires evidence, the other faith. They're not the same thing, but as long as you don't get the two mixed up, then everything should be fine. 2. In fact, about 1 percent of the static that sometimes appears on your television set is a relic of the Big Bang and, if your eyes were sensitive to microwave light instead of just visible light, then the sky at night would appear white instead of black, because it continues to glow from the heat of the Big Bang. Oh, and because atoms are so small, and are constantly recycled, every breath you take contains atoms that were once breathed by Julius Caesar and Elvis Presley. So a little bit of you formerly ruled Rome, and sang "Blue Suede Shoes." © 2009 John Connolly Excerpted from The Gates by John Connolly All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.