or :”Anne Rice Returns to Catholicism, Writes Book on Jesus at Age 7. Expect a Goth Freak-Out in 5…4…3…”
[via Metafilter] Call me an intellectual snob if you must, but I’ve made it a point to
give Anne Rice’s novels a wide berth. It’s not that I’ve got anything
against a good vampire story, it’s just that many of the grown-ups I’ve
encountered who have a large collection of her books would be lucky to
get a two-digit score on an IQ test. My feelings on the matter are best
summed up in a Simpsons gag in which Otto the pot-addled bus driver, who is staying over at the Simpsons’ house, asks Marge for something to read: “Hey, Mrs. Simpson — you got anything written from the vampire’s point of view?”
I find it mildly amusing that Ms. Rice’s upcoming novel, the first in a series, is taking an
interesting direction that some of her legions of goth fans may find
In two weeks, Anne Rice, the chronicler of vampires, witches and—under
the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure—of soft-core S&M encounters, will
publish “Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt,” a novel about the 7-year-old
Jesus, narrated by Christ himself. “I promised,” she says, “that from
now on I would write only for the Lord.” It’s the most startling public
turnaround since Bob Dylan’s “Slow Train Coming” announced that he’d
been born again.
Even more strange: Kirkus Reviews gave it a star and calls it:
a triumph of
tone — her prose lean, lyrical, vivid — and character. As he ponders
his staggering responsibility, the boy [Yeshua — the Hebrew name we know as “Jesus” — Joey] is fully believable — and yet
there’s something in his supernatural empathy and blazing intelligence
that conveys the wondrousness of a boy like no other.
My curiosity is piqued now. I may have to purchase a copy.
I’ll also have to keep an eye on LiveJournal for the next little
while. The goth freak-outs over the development should be amusing.
It may be time for some folks to re-read The Mopey Goth Handbook of Despair.
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Just read Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal, by Christopher Moore, instead. Thought-spltting and side-provoking.