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Intergalactic visions, deadly threats, and explosive standoffs between mostly good and nearly completely evil converge in an alternative fiction novel that could only be conceived by the inimitable Walter Mosley, one of the country’s most beloved and acclaimed writers.
Martin Just wakes up one morning after what feels like, and might actually be, a centuries-long sleep with two new innate pieces of knowledge: Humanity is a virus destined to destroy all existence. And that he is the Cure.
Martin, his wife, and his two children are the only Black family on their neighborhood block in the Hollywood hills of Los Angeles. Suddenly, Martin is both father and Antibody, husband and Cure, occasionally slipping into an alternate consciousness – equipped with unprecedented physical strength – to violently defend them.
The family is stalked by Tor Waxman – the pale, white-haired embodiment of death who wears a dapper suit, carries a cane, and seeks to destroy all life with his fatal touch. Martin must convince his family of the danger and get them to engage with him in a battle beyond all imagining. Mosley effortlessly marries the sublime and the pedestrian: from monumental battles with truly universal stakes to the banality of standoffs with neighborhood police patrols, and the quotidian yet joyfully intimate conversations the family shares at home while gathered for dinner.
With his boundless talent and skilled range, Walter Mosley brings an ethereal, incisive look at a primal struggle driven by the spirit of the universe, in the vein of masters Octavia Butler, N.K. Jemisin, and Jeff VanderMeer. Expansive and innovative, sexy and satirical, Touched brilliantly imagines the ways in which human life and technological innovation threaten existence itself.
Walter Mosley
Walter Mosley is the acclaimed author of more than forty books, including the internationally bestselling Easy Rawlins series. His best known Easy Rawlins novels include Devil in a Blue Dress, A Red Death, White Butterfly, Black Betty, and Little Yellow Dog. He is also the author of the collection of stories Always Outnumbered. Always Outgunned featuring Socrates Fortlow, which was the basis for an HBO feature film. A former president of the Mystery Writers of America, he was named a grand master by the organization in 2016. He has served on the board of directors of the National Book Foundation and is a recipient of the PEN American Center Lifetime Achievement Award. A native of Los Angeles, he now lives in New York City.
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Touched - Walter Mosley
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TOUCHED
A NOVEL
WALTER
MOSLEY
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Copyright © 2023 by Walter Mosley
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I awoke on a Saturday morning with the Plan fully formed, but fading, in my mind. Nothing else had changed. It was as if I had gone to sleep years before, contemplating a tricky conundrum, and remained in that doze until the knotty question had been completely disentangled—at least mentally so, at least for a while.
But when I awoke it was merely the next morning, as if time had folded back on itself, depositing me where I was before.
Tessa was in bed next to me, sound asleep. Her hair was wrapped in violet nylon netting. She’d sleep for two more hours. Brown would certainly be asleep in his room and Celestine, whom everyone called Seal, was probably sitting in her bed reading a library book.
I sat up and took a deep breath that felt like my first inhalation in a very long time.
Cells began to fire in my body. That’s the only way I can describe it. It was as if my physiology had also undergone some kind of transformation. I could feel my organs and glands pumping out chemicals, altering tissue and even bone.
There had been an azure plane where beings, not human, had poked and butted me, fondled and fucked me in ways that made no sense in the earthly realm. I was there and others were too, other people, human beings, being prepared for something, for some things. It occurred to me that we were not all in accordance. Our Plans were different and sometimes even at odds. There were 107 assigned to the Great Change, but our tasks often seemed to contradict one another.
One hundred and seven human beings conditioned and trained to prepare for the Transition. But there were other creatures too; other earthly life-forms that were there to complete us—or maybe we were there to complete them or, even more accurately, to complete a circuit, a turning, a revolution.
It was only on that Saturday morning, with Tessa sleeping next to me and the sun slanting in through the seam of our heavy curtains, that I understood the Plan in its totality. And even then, while I was rousing from my centuries-long sleep, the lessons I had learned were receding into the shelves and cubbyholes of my unconscious mind.
I can remember only some of it now, after the first skirmish in an intergalactic invasion. There was a place that gave the impression of many shades of blue, but I can’t say if my eyes were working there. I was aware of different beings from a vast range of planes and realities. They spoke to me but in ways that transformed rather than informed me. They were like a congress that met only once, decided on the fates of worlds, and then disbanded when their words, their annunciations, had been received and digested.
My world, they said, was wrong. It, the planet itself, had spawned a disease of which I was a part. This contagion had begun to multiply and it had to be rendered impotent—by any means necessary.
I was to be an antibody in the eradication of this rampant syndrome. I was the cure or, more precisely, a cure.
And there were others who were being modified, as I was, to rid Earth of the danger of the genetic disorder of humankind—107 men and women refashioned to save the universe from the biology and resultant technology of evil.
There were 107 different plans, some radically diverse.
As I climbed out of bed the memories began to retreat. I knew that everything was different but I could no longer name the various other treatments (106 human beings), our agreements, and our therapeutic conflicts.
Throwing open the drapes, I forgot these serious issues and grinned broadly at the flood of sunlight.
I slid open the glass door to our second-floor deck and walked outside feeling that I was entering the world, committing to a battle like any foot soldier given his orders, obeying because that was my conditioning and my duty.
Mr. Snyder’s oak tree swayed in the morning breeze. There was the smell of fuel in the air and of food cooking.
Mama, look!
a child shouted, but for me, at that moment, it was just one of the myriad sensations of this old/new world.
I had been a petty human when I had fallen asleep a thousand years ago but now I was something else.
One hundred and seven ways to change the world and no two of them in exact accordance. How could this end well? Beyond the chill on my skin and the chemicals in the air, I could feel the vibration of souls all around. Errant and leaky, confused and starving—the souls of insects and trees, humans and other mammals all drawn to the impossible hope of unity.
This notion of harmony arrested my worries. I had been in a place where there had been agreement among differences, something beyond love and understanding. I closed my eyes and imagined this pristine moment as if maybe it was a gaudy, rainbow-colored barge sailing off, leaving only the hope of something that had always been an impossible dream.
Standing out in that early morning, I knew it was my job to recall that amazing notion and to make everyone in the world aware.
I don’t know how long I stood like that, with the notion of the absolute fading from my mind but at the same time exhilarating my heart.
Marty,
she said.
I turned to see my wife of a millennium ago. She was dark brown in a blue-and-green kimono. Beautiful, almost forgotten, it seemed impossible that she stood there.
What are you doing?
she asked.
Today?
I inquired.
Did she know what my mission was? Was she one of the crusaders? I realized then that I had never had a physical impression of my fellow missionaries.
Standing out here naked,
she said, and look at your, your thing.
I was naked and had become aroused sexually when I saw Tessa. The wind and sun felt good on my skin. The air in my lungs was rich and