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CONTENTS

Also By Alan Moore

Title

Frontispiece

Copyright Page

Dedication

Introduction by Neil Gaiman

Hob's Hog

The Cremation Fields

In The Drowings

The Head of Diocletian

November Saints

Limping to Jerusalem

Confessions of a Mask

Angel Language

Partners in Knitting

The Sun Looks Pale Upon the Wall

I Travel in Suspenders

Phipps' Fire Escape

Artist's Acknowledgements

About the Author

Credits

Also by Alan Moore

V for Vendetta (with David Lloyd)

Watchmen (with Dave Gibbons)

Brought to Light (with Bill Sienkiewicz)

A Small Killing (with Oscar Zarate)

From Hell (with Eddie Campbell)

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (with Kevin O’Neill)

The Mirror of Love (with José Villarrubia)

Lost Girls (with Melinda Gebbie)

VOICE OF THE FIRE

[A NOVEL]

Alan Moore

Illustrations by JosĂ©  Villarrubia 

Introduction by Neil Gaiman 

Top Shelf Productions

Atlanta / Portland

Voice of the Fire © 1996, 1997, 2003 Alan Moore.

Introduction to this edition © 2003 Neil Gaiman.

Color plates for this edition © 2003 José Villarrubia.

Published by Top Shelf Productions, Chris Staros & Brett Warnock,

PO Box 1282, Marietta, GA 30061-1282, USA.

Top Shelf Productions® and the Top Shelf logo

are registered trademarks of Top Shelf Productions, Inc.

All Rights Reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

No part of this book may be reproduced without permission,

except for small excerpts for purposes of review.

Dustjacket design by Chip Kidd.

Book design by Brett Warnock.

Copy editing by Robert Venditti.

Originally published in Great Britain by Victor Gollancz in 1996.

Visit our online catalog at www.topshelfcomix.com.

Moore, Alan

Voice of the Fire / Alan Moore

ISBN 1-891830-44-9

1. Fiction

2. Historical Fantasy

For Sylve and Ern

their fossil streets;

a coal-seam of the heart

Introduction

By Neil Gaiman

One measures a circle starting anywhere, said Alan Moore, quoting Charles Fort, at the beginning of his exploration of Victorian society, From Hell. The circle here is temporal, and the circle is geographical. It is a circle made of black dogs and November fires, of dead feet and severed heads, of longing and loss and lust. It is a circle that will take you several miles and six thousand years.

    I am sitting in a room in the Netherlands, in an anachronistic Victorian castle, writing an introduction to a book called Voice of the Fire, by Alan Moore. It is not the best introduction to this book, of course. The best introduction is the final chapter of the book, written in a smoky room in  November 1995 by Alan Moore in the voice of Alan Moore, dry and funny and much, much too smart for our own good, written in a room piled with the books he has used as research, written as a final act of magic and faith.

    One measures a circle starting anywhere. Not, of course, everywhere.  One circle, one place. This is Northampton’s story, after all.

    If this were a linear narrative we would follow Northampton, voice by voice, head to head and heart to heart, from a stopping place in a pig pen for a half-witted youth, through Ham Town to a bustling medieval town to now. But the narrative, like the town, is only linear if you want it to be, and if you expect to get a prize for getting to the end you’ve already lost. It’s a carousel ride, not a race, a magical history tour, no more evolutionary than it is revolutionary, in which the only prizes are patterns and people and voices, severed heads and lamed feet, black dogs and crackling November flames which repeat like the suits of a deranged tarot deck.

    When the book was published, in 1996, it made less impression on the world than it should have: it was a paperback original, which began, with no explanation, with the personal narrative of a half-witted man-child, at the end of the stone age – his mother has died, his nomadic tribe has abandoned him, he will face the evil and trickery of those smarter than he is (everyone is smarter than he is), and he will also discover love, and learn what a lie is, and the fate of the pig in the Hob-man’s hoghouse. He will also tell his story in the most idiosyncratic narrative since Russell Hoban’s Riddley Walker (or, perhaps, Alan Moore’s Swamp Thing story “Pog”), using a tiny vocabulary, the present tense, and an inability to tell dreams from reality.  It is not the easiest of starting points, although it is a tour de force, and it sets up all the elements that will recur through the book. The shagfoal are here, huge black dogs that run in dreams and darkness, and the hair severed from the dead head of the woman beneath the bridge, and the foot of the boy’s mother protruding from her grave, and the final, heartbreaking bonfire. It is November, somewhere near the day that will come to be known as Guy Fawke’s Night, when, to this day, effigies are burned on bonfires while children watch.

    Some of the joy in this book lies in watching a master storyteller take the voices of the dead as his own: the nameless psychopathic girl who visits the town-tattooed Hob, with her stolen name and stolen band of copper, could be coiling through a bronze age detective story; her come-uppance is another burning on another bonfire, one unexpected and cruel and appropriate. The girl is as dangerous, and as certain of her own intelligence and superiority as a travelling underwear salesman, who will make his own sacrificial bonfire on Guy Fawke’s night, of his car and his sad life – he talks to us in the voice of a chipper spiv, lying to us and to himself the while, and for a moment we get a glimpse of Moore as an English Jim Thompson, and the outcome, like the outcome for one of Thompson’s characters, is never in any doubt. A Roman detective, here to investigate a counterfeiting ring, his brain and body being eaten by lead poisoning from the lead-lined Roman aqueducts (our word plumber, of course, comes from the latin for one who works with lead) learns that lead is poisoning the empire in another way. The head is that of the emperor, stamped on a circular coin. The circle will be measured

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