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He knows that he’s the Messiah, but struggles with what that means and has no idea how to save his people. He’s a real person who grows and evolves, has a sense of humor, and occasionally punches his best friend. As an agnostic from Texas, Jesus has never been my friend. Lamb is absurdly and sophmorically funny, thoughtful, philosophical, and towards the end, heart breaking. Levi is resurrected 2000 years after Joshua’s death and given the gift of tongues so that he can write his account. Biff and his gospel are missing from the New Testament for reasons made clear near the end of the book. Lamb is the story of Jesus (Joshua bar Joseph in the original Hebrew) as told by his childhood friend and traveling companion, Levi bar Alphaeus who is called Biff.
“You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don’t.” – Biff Travis Smith’s blog, containing this review, as well as others, photography, and more, can be found here. Are you a fan of Monty Python, Woody Allen, and/or Terry Pratchett? Then stop reading this review already and get to reading the gosh-darned book! We can discuss it later if you so please. So, instead of taking the time to detail the plot for you, or further explain what makes it such a riot, I’ll keep it simple. Christ plays the Woody Allen type, neurotic due to the pressure of having to be the Messiah, and Moore includes what seem to be intentional nods to to the Python crew, such as a (momentarily) resurrected bandit having The Black Night’s it’s-only-a-flesh-wound attitude about the injuries that killed him and a character trying to discourage would-be visitors to his castle in the style of the Frenchman from The Holy Grail. Lamb reads like what you’d get if you crossed Monty Python, The Life of Brian in particular, with Woody Allen and threw in a dash of Terry Pratchett for flavor. And, trust me, there’s plenty of that to be had. He’s not given him the absurdist treatment, like Family Guy has done on numerous occasions, such as the one below.Īll Moore means to do is hypothesize about Christ’s “lost years,” the ones not touched upon in the Bible, and have fun doing it. Rather, his Christ is one most Christians would recognize as their own, more or less. Moore pokes fun, yes, but it never seems as if he intends to subject Christ and his followers to ridicule. And, honestly, there’s little to be uptight about in Lamb. I’m glad to know they’re not all as uptight as some. If you don’t believe me, glance through the reviews over on Goodreads and you’ll find a few positive ones from Christians with a healthy sense of humor. By comparison, Lamb is Christian-friendly. Show that to a devout Christian and you’d be the one getting crucified, though I hope not literally.
In hindsight, my worries were overblown, as Lamb is nowhere near as sacreligious as The Life of Brian, namely its infamous end sequence. However, I’m lucky in that only one of my coworkers is particularly religious, and she took no notice of the book, or at least said nothing of it. And after the quarrel I had with my mother over a character in one of my own stories not being exactly of the faith, I wasn’t about to say to her, “Mom, lookit!” Although I might have at least hinted at my comparative lack of faith between now and then, which would’ve likely lessened her disapproval, or at least her surprise. I can only wonder what my sisters, both firm Christians, thought when they saw “Travis is reading Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal” pop up on their Facebook feeds. I felt awkward just putting in the request. Like Boy Meets Boy, I tried not to wave the book about for everyone to see, not sure what they would think of it.
Biff jesus fav plus#
Plus the quotes section over on Goodreads, what I usually turn to to help me make a decision on a book, provided ample laughs, something I was in dire need of by this point, no longer able to remember the last book to truly make me guffaw (it was #61, The Abundance of Katherines). I’d seen a Cannonballer compare his writing to Monty Python, and the concept did remind me of The Life of Brian, one of my all-time favorites. Praise be Joshua Hallowed Christ! Rather than move ahead with the books I’d checked out before it, I chose to read this first when the library filled my request a mere one day after I put it in, and was rewarded with what I haven’t had since #69 (and, before that, not since #61), a book that’s, as Goodreads defines a rating of 4, “great.” I knew right away this was my sort of book, my sort of humor.
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