The Grays
We are not alone. Millions of people are confronting aliens that authorities say do not exist. Whitley Strieber--author of the legendary, #1 bestselling book Communion, which detailed his own close encounters--now returns to the riddle of aliens with The Grays. Drawing from a lifetime of research and his own experiences, Strieber offers up a fictional account of the conspiracy behind the alien presence on Earth while also giving us a startling look inside the alien mind that will astound, frighten, and enthrall readers.
Meet the Three Thieves, a group of Grays assigned to duty in a small Kentucky town. They have been preparing a child for generations. Innocent Conner Callaghan will face the ultimate terror as he struggles to understand who he has been breed to become, and what he must do to save humanity.
Meet Colonel Michael Morax, who strives to keep the secret of the Grays from the public for reasons so sinister, yet believable, that they read like truth . . . and very well may be.
And then there's Lauren Glass, government "empath" to the last surviving captive Gray, known only as B for Bob. Her unique talent to communicate with this captive Gray may be the only way humans can unravel their ultimate plan.
But when B for Bob suddenly escapes the highly secure underground Air Force facility that he's been captive in for years, it triggers a mass undertaking in that small Kentucky town. A frantic race begins, as the government must outmaneuver the Grays to keep the secret of the presence intact.
The Grays is a mind-bending journey behind the curtain of secrecy that surrounds the subject of aliens, written by the field's great master.
(20060124)
The Grays Accessories
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Communion: A True Story
The Keepers
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Hunt for the Skinwalker: Science Confronts the Unexplained at a Remote Ranch in Utah
Confirmation: The Hard Evidence of Aliens Among Us?
Hidden Truth: Forbidden Knowledge
Captured! The Betty and Barney Hill UFO Experience: The True Story of the World's First Documented Alien Abduction
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Alien Agenda: Investigating the Extraterrestrial Presence Among Us
The Grays Reviews
There was a time when Whitley Streiber was an actually good writer. Don't tell me what a character is feeling - show me. He crafted well written novels with three dimensional characters and intriguing plots that almost turned the pages for the reader. Which is sad, since the pre-Communion Streiber would have written this much better. But this is not a well written novel.
It is ripe for a well written novel (As is evidenced by writers trying the plot again and again). I'm still waiting for a truly great novel to come out of the post-Communion Streiber - this is not the one. Don't tell me what a character thinks about other characters - show me. But after that book, Streiber became more and more identified as a "Alien Contact" writer, culminating in this novel. I don't want to get into the whole controversy surrounding the veracity of that book - I think the jury is still out on it - but it marked a turning point in his career. The characters are one-dimensional, and the book unfolds with page after page of listless exposition.
it seems Streiber has forgotten the basic rules of good writing in his zeal to craft a "Alien Invasion" novel. The basic idea of this novel is good. Communion was good - true or not, it is a well written and harrowing piece of writing. then came "Communion".
The Grays is a "ficitious" account of alien/human teamwork which plants the seed that the events portrayed are quite feasibly believable. I read Communion a long time ago.I thought that book was very provocative. Thanks. I applaud Whitley Streiber for yet another thought provoking read.
that is a gold standard for me though. Pat Frank's marvelous character stories in Alas, Babylon are an example of how you can make the reader more invested in each player without a whole lot of extra writing. If all the main players had even a more detailed "off page" story in the writer's mind, I think it would have played better. I thought this was pretty entertaining.
I won't say I didn't like it, but I felt I was reading something that had the possibilities of being soooo much better. It doesn't take much. It was as though there were chunks of narrative missing. The beginning had good hook and good build, but throughout, certain character moments, and even plot moments seemed jumpy and rushed.
There were compelling enough characters, but there needed to be a bit more build.
If I hadda guess I'd say they're made of some sorta soft plastic. I guess they could beam themselves up if they were unhappy. At night I just herd 'em all in the shed and lock it up. If you think you could deal with 8 docile but industrious monkeys around the house, call me up. See, what I'll do is, I'll unplug the land line, grab a sweet Italian cream pie, a big bag of Dutch pretzels, a squeeze bottle of yellow mustard, and a few beers, loosen my belt, unzip my jeans, and sink back in the comfortable chair for hours at a time. Hey, don't worrya about it.
They had little mustaches and goateesyou know, chin hair. Old lady Notrathomaso went ballistic when she found 'em in her chokeberry bushes. I woke up to find myself lit up like a semiconductor and floating through the freak'in wall. They ain't done so as of yet. I disagree, therefore, with Strieber about what the grays are all about.
Nothing new in that regard here. Would they be taking jobs from good tax-paying Americans. They can stay like that for weeks in any weather and be none the worse for it.
I'm pulling your joint. The first time I was abducted, well, it was a trip of an experience, and I ain't selfish-it's something I wish on everybody. It don't get any better. This guy has got 'mad literary skills.' I've followed him through Communion and the whole sick alien trip. The next morning I woke up in bed, a bit sore in the keister but otherwise pretty much as usual. You think they wanna hurt you. Far from dissecting me, I sorta wish one would drop deadso I could dissect it.
They got moist, poreless skin like tree frogs and smell like fresh asparagus. I discovered parts of my body I didn't even know I had and things that could be done to me. But Strieber tells a dramatic horror story for a few hoursyou'll forget to eat your pretzels, is all I can say. Philomena didn't carry herself with more poise or dignity. He's a bit of an obnoxious brat and know-it-all, but that's the literary world for ya.
Not a spot of paint on the lacquer. You think your gonna find a better author on the subject.forgetta about it. They do Polynesian and Egyptian themes too. There must have been 18 or more of 'em. St. They're pliable, like al dente pasta. Every once and a while I like to cut loose and spend a day with a good book.
What high school kid can do that. It ain't a waste of money and it ain't fruitcake. If you bought this book, you've probably already heard about black helicopters, undetectable military bases, cavity probes, Roswell, and the whole sick conspiracy trip. You just gotta sorta keep 'em out of sight is all. Maybe.
Sometimes I put little hats on 'em and march 'em around the yard. I gotta soft heartme, inflicting pain or humiliation.forgetta about it. I have a suspicion I'd find nothing but roots, tubers, and fungus inside, and moss for brains. And I mean really younglike, 10. Since then, I've kinda strong-armed 'em into working for me, and discovered what hard workers they are.
They don't eat, drink, sleep, wear clothes, overreact to thunder, or use the john, and you don't have to pay 'em or register 'em with Uncle Sam. They got the quiet manners of an Italian pope. But heyI'm gonna begrudge our space brothers two slices of a Veggie Wedgie pie. YowzaI'm practically a liberal now. I recommend you get this novel and then ease into Strieber's others if you like it. I was pretty much paralyzed the first time they took me up, but I still used the experience to learn things. Inside the ship, the grays were swarming like locusts on the Serengeti.
Forgetta about it. I'm thinking of renting 'em out. Im-mac-u-late. Huck Finn or Oliver Twist, he ain't. The pizza box, house keys, and whatnot were back on the kitchen table, but the two slices of pizza that had been in the box were gone. Hey, it's a capitalist's dream I got going on here. No one trims a nicer hedge, weeds a bed of petunias, or builds a better veranda.
Whatever Pilgrim Father came up with that bit of timeless wisdom was dead on. I got the idea to use one of my grays as a footstool last night, but that seemed like going too far. After a while they shifted me around, and instead of a white glowing room like something out of a 70s Penthouse spread, I found myself staring at a basement café with exposed brick walls and a lot of small tables with candles in colored jars on 'em. They make a rasping asthmatic sound that's hard to tolerate, but otherwise, they treat you good.
They're tireless, reliable, and follow instructions first time every time. He's more like Tom Terrific with ADD. One was playing the accordion in a dark corner and another was singing 'Lili Marlene' under a dim light. Still, The Grays is good stuff if you can get past the character of the young genius, Conner.
They prepare a plate of gnocchi bolognese and a three-bean salad your grandmother would trade her goat for. A lot of household objects were also drifting through the aira pizza box, the car keys, a framed picture of my father, a pile of stroke books, my razor, a zucchiniit was amazing, I can tell ya. But you should see the trim job they did in the dining room. The grays were now wearing blue-and-white striped jerseys and berets.
Ever since The Hunger way back when, Whitley Strieber has been a favorite. High fences still make good neighbors.
Looking foreward to the movie. As long as you have an imagination that is. Great Stuff. Not as scary as Communion, but still good. Anyone who likes Sci-Fi should enjoy this one.
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