When Jamie’s childhood pastor loses his faith a spectacular crash and burn, Jamie’s own life takes a header into addiction and suicidal tendencies, but when the pastor comes back into Jamie’s life promising healing, Jamie takes the proffered gift with devastating repercussions.
First of all, I liked Revival better when it was called Needful Things. Secondly, I wish Stephen King would stop basing his interpretation of American Christianity off of one church service he went to back in 1962. Every time he explores the subject, he hauls out the same old dusty canards: hoary hymns no one under the age of 70 has ever heard of, showmanship that’s second-rate Elmer Gantry instead of the more subtly insidious prosperity gospel touted by Joel Osteen and the like, and a particular kind of Bible-talk that I’ve only ever seen in a Stephen King novel. As always I devoured the shit out of it but I won’t be rereading it. Definitely a way minor work.