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Suddenly, a family physician can heal any illness with a simple touch
After a dozen years of practicing medicine as a family physician, Dr. Alan Bulmer discovers one day that he can cure any illness with the mere touch of his hand. At first his scientific nature refuses to accept what is happening to him, but there is no rational explanation to be found. So Alan gives himself over to this mysterious power, reveling in the ability to cure the incurable, to give hope to the hopeless―for one hour each day.
Although he tries to hide his power, word inevitably leaks out, and soon Alan's life begins to unravel. His marriage and his practice crumble. Only rich, beautiful, enigmatic Sylvia Nash stands by him. And standing with her is Ba, her Vietnamese gardener, who once witnessed a power such as Dr. Bulmer's in his homeland, where it is called Dat-tay-vao. And the Dat-tay-vao always comes with a price.
Help arrives from an unexpected quarter―Senator James McCready offers the use of his family's medical foundation to investigate Alan's supposed power. If it truly exists, he will back Alan with the full weight of the Foundation's international reputation. Feeling that he has reached bottom and that things can only get better, Alan accepts McCready's offer. But he has only begun to pay.
- Sales Rank: #1033682 in Books
- Published on: 2009-07-07
- Released on: 2009-07-07
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.50" h x 1.00" w x 5.50" l, 1.30 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 448 pages
Review
“A superior supernatural excursion from the author of The Keep and The Tomb.... Hair-raisingly plausible ideas, winningly developed, set in a well-paced, gripping narrative. His best so far.” ―Kirkus Reviews
“[Not] a horror novel in the usual sense, and variations on this idea have been used before, but rarely with the skill and entertainment value of this fine novel.” ―The San Francisco Chronicle
About the Author
F. Paul Wilson is the New York Times bestselling author of horror, adventure, medical thrillers, science fiction, and virtually everything in between. His books include the Repairman Jack novels, including Ground Zero, The Tomb, and Fatal Error; the Adversary cycle, including The Keep; and a young adult series featuring the teenage Jack. Wilson has won the Prometheus Award, the Bram Stoker Award, the Inkpot Award from the San Diego ComiCon, and the Lifetime Achievement Award of the Horror Writers of America, among other honors. He lives in Wall, New Jersey.
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1Dr. Alan Bulmer
“Can you feel this?”
Alan gently pricked the skin of her right leg with a needle. Fear glittered in the woman’s moist eyes as she shook her head.
“Ohmygod, she can’t feel it!”
Alan turned to the daughter. Her face was the same shade of off-white as the curtains surrounding and isolating them from the rest of the emergency room.
“Would you wait outside for just a minute, please.” He made sure his tone would indicate that he was not making a request.
The daughter found the slit in the curtains and disappeared.
Alan turned back to the mother and studied her as she lay on the gurney in the fluorescent-lit limbo, letting his mind page through what he remembered of Helen Jonas. Not much. Borderline diabetes and mild essential hypertension. She hadn’t been to the office for two years, and on that occasion had been dragged in by her daughter. Then, half an hour ago, Alan had been sitting at home reading a journal when a call came from the emergency room that one of his patients had arrived, unable to walk or talk.
He’d made his diagnosis within minutes of seeing her, but followed through with the rest of the examination. He moved the needle to the back of Helen’s right hand.
“How about this?”
Again she shook her head.
He leaned over and touched the point to her left hand and she jerked it away. He then ran his thumbnail up from her bare right heel along the sole of her foot. The toes flared upward. He raised her right hand and told her to squeeze. The fingers didn’t move. He let go and the arm dropped back to the mattress like dead meat.
“Smile,“ he said, showing her a toothy grin.
The lady tried to imitate him, but only the left half of her face responded. Her right cheek and the right side of her mouth remained immobile.
“How about the eyebrows?” He oscillated his own, Groucho Marx style.
Both of the woman’s eyebrows moved accordingly.
He listened to her heart and to her carotid arteries—normal rhythm, no murmur, no bruits.
Alan straightened up.
“It’s a stroke, Helen. An artery—”
He heard the daughter say, “Oh, no!” behind the curtain, but he continued speaking. He would deal with her later. The main thing now was to reassure Helen.
“An artery on the left side of your brain has blocked off and you’ve lost the power on the right side of your body.”
The voice came through the curtain again: “Ohmygod, I knew it! She’s paralyzed!”
Why didn’t she shut up? He knew the daughter was frightened, and he could appreciate that, but the daughter was not his primary concern at the moment, and she was only making a bad situation worse for her mother.
“How long it will last, Helen, I don’t know. You’ll probably get some strength back; maybe all of it, and maybe none. Exactly how much and exactly how soon are impossible to say right now.”
He put her good hand in his. She squeezed. “We’re going to get you upstairs right now and start running some tests in the morning. We’ll start some physical therapy, too. We’ll take good care of you and check out the rest of you while you’re here. The stroke is over and done with. So don’t waste time worrying about it. It’s history. From now on you work on getting back use of that arm and leg.”
She smiled lopsidedly and nodded. Finally he pulled his hand away and said, “Excuse me.”
He turned and stepped through the curtains to where the daughter was talking to the air.
“Whatamygonnadoo? I gotta call Charlie! I gotta call Rae! Whatamygonnadoo?”
Alan put his hand on her shoulder and gave her trapezius a gentle squeeze. She flinched and stopped her yammering.
“You’re gonna clam up, okay?” he said in a low voice. “All you’re doing is upsetting her.”
“But whatamygonnadoo? I’ve got so much to do! I gotta—”
He squeezed again, a little harder. “The most important thing for you to do right now is go stand by her and tell her how she’s going to come stay with you for a while after she gets out of the hospital and how you’re going to have everybody over for Easter.”
She stared at him. “But I’m not...”
“Sure you are.”
“You mean she’s going to be coming home?”
Alan smiled and nodded. “Yeah. After a little stay in rehab. She thinks she’s going to die here. She’s not. But she needs someone holding her hand now and talking about the near future, how life’s going to go on and how she’s going to be part of it.” He steered her toward the curtains. “Get in there.”
McClain, head nurse for the ER, pushing sixty and built like the Berlin Wall, saw him from the desk and held a tPA package with a questioning look. The CT scan had shown no bleed, but from what he’d gathered from the daughter, the stroke had occurred more than three hours ago. That eliminated tPA as an option.
Alan signed the orders, wrote the admitting note, then dictated the history and physical.
After giving final reassurances and saying good night to Helen Jonas and her daughter, Alan finally got out of the hospital, into his Subaru Outback, and on his way back home. He drove slowly, taking the short route through downtown Monroe where all the buildings clustered around the tiny harbor like anxious bathers waiting for a signal from the lifeguard. He liked the solitude of a late night drive through the shopping district. During the day the streets would be stop and go all the way. But at this hour, especially now that all the construction was done and he didn’t have to dodge excavations or follow detour signs, he could cruise, adjusting his speed so he could hit the lights just right. A smooth ride, now that the trolley tracks had been covered with asphalt. He pushed a CD into the player and The Crows came on, singing “Oh, Gee.”
He watched the clapboarded shop fronts slip by. He hadn’t been in favor of the downtown restoration at first when the Village Council—why did Long Island towns insist on calling themselves villages?—decided to redo the harbor front in a nineteenth-century whaling motif. Never mind that any whaling in this vicinity of the North Shore had been centered to the east in places like Oyster Bay and Cold Spring Harbor, the village wanted a make over. Passing the newly faced seafood restaurants, clothing stores, and antique shops, Alan had to admit they looked good. The former lackluster hodgepodge of storefronts had taken on a new, invigorated personality, fitting perfectly with the white-steepled First Presbyterian Church and the brick-fronted town hall. Monroe was now something more than just another of the larger towns along Long Island’s “Preferred North Shore.”
The illusion almost worked. He tried to picture Ishmael, harpoon on shoulder, walking down to the harbor toward the Pequod... passing the new Blockbuster.
Well, nothing was perfect.
A red light finally caught him and he pulled to a stop. As he waited he watched Clubfoot Annie—the closest thing Monroe had to a shopping bag lady—hobble across the street in front of him. Alan had no idea of her real name and, so far as he knew, neither did anybody else. She was known to everyone simply as Clubfoot Annie.
He was struck now, as he was whenever he saw her, by how a misshapen foot that no one had bothered to correct on a child could shape the life of the adult. People like Annie always managed to get to Alan, making him want to go back in time and see to it that someone did the right thing. So simple... some serial casting on her infant equinovarus deformity would have straightened it out to normal. Who would Annie be today if she’d grown up with a normal foot? Maybe she—
Something slammed against the right front door, jolting Alan, making him jump in his seat. A ravaged caricature of a human face pressed against the passenger door window.
“You!” the face said as it rolled back and forth against the glass. “You’re the one! Lemme in! Gotta talk t’ya!”
His hair and beard were long and knotted and as filthy as his clothes. The eyes shone but gave no evidence of intelligence. What ever mind he had must have been pickled a long time ago. The man straightened up and pulled on the door handle, but it was locked. He moved along the side of the car toward the hood. He looked like a Bowery derelict. Alan could not remember ever seeing the likes of him in Monroe.
He crossed in front of the car, pointing at Alan over the hood, all the while babbling unintelligibly. Tense but secure, Alan waited until the man was clear of the front of the car, then he gently accelerated. The man pounded his fist once on the trunk as the car left him behind.
In the rearview mirror, Alan saw him start running behind the car, then stop and stand in the middle of the street, staring after him, a picture of dejection and frustration as he waved his arms in the air and then let them flop down to his sides.
The episode left Alan shaken. He glanced at the passenger window and was startled to see a large oily smudge in the shape of the derelict’s face. As it picked up the light of a passing street lamp, it seemed to look at him, reminding him uncomfortably of the face from the Shroud of Turin.
He was pulling up to another red light when his beeper chittered, startling him into jamming on his brakes. He checked the illuminated readout:
Call Mrs. Nash re: son. Abd pain and vomiting. The phone number followed.
Alan straightened in his seat. Sylvia Nash—he knew her well; a concerned parent but not an alarmist. If she was calling, it meant something was definitely wrong with J...
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16 of 16 people found the following review helpful.
Interesting Characters Make It Worth A Look
By Daniel V. Reilly
The Touch is Book Three in Author F. Paul Wilson's "Adversary Cycle", and while I've enjoyed all three books (The Keep and The Tomb are the previous installments), I still have NO clue what the have to do with one another. The Touch is a marked departure from the Horrific aspects of the two prior Adversary books; It's more in line with Wilson's Medical thrillers. Doctor Alan Bulmer is gifted (Or is it cursed..?) with the Dat-Tay-Vao, which enables him to heal with a touch, but seems to be exacting a terrible price. The characters are realistic and engaging, and Wilson's writing style is brisk; The story moves along quickly, and I was pleasantly surprised that I wasn't able to predict every plot-twist a mile in advance. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of Wilson's Adversary books.
10 of 10 people found the following review helpful.
A Worthy Addition
By Rich Horch
I became a big fan of F. Paul Wilson after reading The Keep and The Tomb. The Touch was the third book of his that I read and I was not dissapointed. The novel began a little slowly with an introduction of the characters but soon developed into a mysterious thriller. I liked the story and how Wilson only lets the reader know what's happening to the main character as he is finding out himself. I thought it was a very intelligent and thrilling book and a very worthy addition to Wilson's Adversary Cycle. The Tomb is still my favorite by far but I thoroughly enjoyed The Touch as well as any of the others.
9 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
A brilliant novel....both in 1985 and today
By David Roy
The Touch was written by F. Paul Wilson in 1985, but a new edition of the book has now been released. Being a new fan, I had to pick it up. I have no idea if this was the case when the book was originally written, but it is now part of Wilson's "Adversary Cycle", a series that also incorporates his "Repairman Jack" books. It will be interesting to see if events or characters in this book make reappearances in subsequent Jack books. This book shows that Wilson definitely had the writing "touch", even back in 1985.
Dr. Alan Bulmer has been a family physician for over a dozen years. One day, after a strange meeting with a seemingly-homeless man in the hospital, Bulmer discovers that his touch has the power to heal people instantaneously, wiping out everything from viruses to cancer, though it only works at certain times of the day. As word of this power leaks out, only Sylvia Nash, a beautiful, rich, and enigmatic woman whose son Bulmer has been treating, stands by him. Bulmer struggles to adapt to his changing circumstances, as well as to understand how "the Touch" works, but he may not get the chance. Sylvia's Vietnamese assistant, Ba, knows what the "Dat-tay-vao" is, and that it carries a price that Bulmer's only beginning to pay.
As I was reading The Touch, I found my mind wandering at times, wondering what parts of the book Wilson had updated. Bulmer's involved in a Senate committee testimony about health care, and I originally marveled at how some of the exact same arguments were being made back in 1985 that are being made today. Then I noticed that Wilson had updated a lot of the references to make the novel take place currently (Iraq, Harry Potter, etc). Finally, I was able to set that aside, but one thing really jumped out at me, one anachronism that made me stop and stare for a moment.
When the terminally ill Senator reflects back to when he was first diagnosed with his disease, Wilson has the doctor smoking like a chimney while he's giving the Senator his tests. Either the Senator has been sick for a very long time, or Wilson forgot to update that part.
However, when that's the only real fault I can come up with, you know that a book is good. Wilson captures his characters brilliantly, both heroes and villains, making you want to continue to read about them. You actually have some sympathy for the Senator and his circumstances until Wilson cuts off that sympathy by showing to what extent he will go to in order to get his cure. Bulmer, Nash, even Axelford (a sometimes boyfriend of Nash who is extremely skeptical of anything that requires "belief," which includes the Dat-tay-vao until he can scientifically prove it), all of them spring off the page in full three dimensions.
I thought at first that the opening of the book was extremely slow, but as I continued through it, it became apparent that it was all very important set up. We see a lot of Bulmer's mindset as a physician during this time, his need to help people. His view that "hands-on" medicine is much better than the "take a number, prescribe a pill, see next patient" method of medicine that is too inhuman. Thus, when Bulmer does get the Dat-tay-vao, his struggle to use it (or not use it, as his life starts to get worse) is even more poignant.
Wilson's prose is excellent as well. He even manages to make the medical terminology palatable, once they begin figuring out just how the Dat-tay-vao is affecting Bulmer. Even the rather slow beginning is more from the pace of the novel than the prose itself. Wilson's writing keeps you reading to find out about these characters (especially Ba, who I loved).
This edition of The Touch also has a new short story that fleshes out the story of how the Dat-tay-vao left Vietnam during the war and made its way to the northeastern United States. I believe this is a brand new story, and even in its shortness, Wilson manages to capture everything beautifully.
Since I have never read the original book, I don't know if Wilson changed the ending at all to make it fit better with the "Adversary Cycle." Without being part of a series, it very much fits the "everything's finished...for now" conclusions that many authors go for. Whether it's been changed or not, the ending makes it obvious to me that at least one character is going to show up again. Yet the book itself does reach a conclusion; there is no "to be continued." I like that in a novel.
The Touch is another masterwork by F. Paul Wilson. Whether as a standalone novel or as part of the Cycle, it's definitely worth a read if you like a bit of medical horror in your reading diet.
Originally published on Curled Up With a Good Book © David Roy, 2009
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