When a meteor destroys the Pacific Rim and kills millions, the Christian Resistance faces off against a corrupt new world leader in a struggle of good against evil
Pat Robertson was an American media mogul, religious broadcaster, political commentator, presidential candidate, and Southern Baptist minister. He served as head of Regent University and of the Christian Broadcasting Network (CBN).
Christopher Buckley is unique. The way he writes book reviews, he can actually make readers laugh. And he does so consistently. Here is one of my all-time favorite Christopher Buckley reviews, taking to task a religious leader who made the mistake of crossing over from writing about religion to writing a novel.
In the hands of an accomplished novelist, a story can contain such richness and depth. But when a novel is written by a non-novelist using the form of a novel to simply tout their religious, political and social views, then you get a third-rate piece of garbage like The End of the Age.
What's especially frightening in our present 2020 is just how many women and men in the US hold such a cartoon vision - and nothing like a novel to put the spotlight on just how cartoonish.
Hope you enjoy this Christopher Buckley review. It's a jim-dandy.
THE END OF THE AGE by Pat Robertson As annus mirabilis 2000 approaches, we'd best start to deal with it: there will be Elijahs on every street corner, cable channel and Web site urging us to repent, repent, for the end is at hand. There's just something about an impending millennium that brings out the gloom and doom.
The year 999 was a boom year for monasteries. Penitents flocked in, hysterically bearing jewels, coins and earthly possessions by the oxcartful, hoping to cadge a little last-minute grace before Judgment Day. The year 1999 may turn out to be a similarly good one for the coffers of fundamentalist Christian churches -- especially if Pat Robertson's apocalyptic novel, "The End of the Age," is any indication of what the faithful think is going to happen when the ball atop the Times Square tower plunges into triple zeros.
Mr. Robertson is, of course, no ordinary street-corner Elijah. He is a graduate of the Yale Law School and chairman of both the Christian Broadcasting Network and International Family Entertainment (the Family Channel). He has his own daily television show, "The 700 Club," and is the author of nine previous books. In 1988, he ran for President in the Republican primaries, giving the distinctly non-fire-breathing Episcopalian George Bush a brief case of the heebie-jeebies during the Iowa caucuses and establishing the Christian right as an electoral force to be reckoned with. So when he ventures forth into pop-fictional eschatology, attention must be paid -- if only for the pleasure of hearing a President of the United States tell the nation in a televised address, "We are the world," and to watch as an advertising executive is transformed into an angel.
It's hard to define "The End of the Age" exactly. It's sort of a cross between "Seven Days in May" and "The Omen," as written by someone with the prose style of a Hallmark Cards copywriter. The good guys -- a born-again advertising executive and his wife, a black pro basketball player and a Hispanic television technician, all led by one Pastor Jack, a descendant of the 18th-century American preacher Jonathan Edwards -- tend to sound like a bunch of Stepford wives who have wandered onto the set of "The 700 Club," eerily polite and constantly telling one another to please turn to the Book of Revelation:
" 'That's right, Manuel. Every bit of it is in the Bible. As a matter of fact, whole books have been written about a diabolical world dictator called the Antichrist. He got that name because he will try to perform for Satan what Christ performed for God.'
" 'Wow, I hope he fails,' Cathy said."
The bad guys tend to sound like the villains in a Charlie Chan movie. In fact, they sound as if they were being simultaneously translated from some sinister Indo-Iranian tongue:
"Panchal, sorry to wake you. Get your people ready. Tonight the gods have given America into our hands."
That "sorry to wake you" is one of the many unintentionally hilarious moments that relieve the general tedium. For all the apocalyptic pyrotechnics, the book leaves the eyeballs as glazed as a Christmas ham. But just when you start wondering what's on C-Span, there will be a reason to go on:
"The Antichrist raged within his palace. . . . The final battle was coming. He would march on Jerusalem at the head of his armies. 'Then,' he said to Joyce Cumberland Wong, 'I will win! At last I will have my revenge!' "
The book begins with a bang in the form of a 300-billion-pound meteor that lands in the Pacific Ocean with the force of 5,000 nuclear bombs, setting off a 3,000-foot tsunami, earthquakes, fires, nuclear plant meltdowns, volcano eruptions, ash in the atmosphere, floods and food shortages. All in all, a rather bad hair day for old Mother Earth, sending the Antichrist ouching toward Bethlehem to be born. Meanwhile, at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, things are a bit sticky:
"Well, here's the story," the Secretary of Defense explains to his top general over lime-and-sodas while the world burns. "As you know, we had one President commit suicide. The next was killed by a snakebite, and then the man who left the cobra on the President's desk was murdered. They say he committed suicide, but don't you believe it."
At this point, if I were the general, I'd have asked for some Scotch to go with my soda, but in evangelical literature the good guys don't drink. "Now," the Secretary continues, "we've got this ex-campus radical in the White House, and if you heard the speech tonight, you know he's got some mighty big plans."
That would be the aforementioned "We are the world" speech, and, yes, President Mark Beaulieu (read "mark of the beast") does indeed have some big plans: a one-world government with its own currency and a police force in United Nations-ish uniforms, a grand new $25 billion world headquarters palace in Babylon with some positively kinky special effects, computer-tattoo ID markings for everyone, drugs and orgies for schoolchildren, vintage wines for the grown-ups.
Your basic liberal agenda, right down to the Chardonnay. President Mark of the Beast's Cabinet would certainly provide for some memorable nomination hearings:
"For Secretary of Education, the President had selected a Buddhist monk who shaved his head and dressed in a saffron robe and sandals. For Secretary of Agriculture, he asked for a shepherd from Nevada who lived alone in the hills and spoke broken English. The man's only known 'credential' was that he had once played jai alai in Las Vegas. For Secretary of Energy, he named a Lebanese Shiite Muslim who was a member of the terrorist group, Hezbollah, and ran a filling station in Dearborn, Mich.
"For drug czar, he picked a man who had spent his life crusading for the legalization of all narcotics. For Secretary of State, a professor of Eastern religions from Harvard University" -- a Yale man just can't help himself -- "who had close ties to Shoko Asahara, the leader of the Japanese cult of Shiva worshipers known as Aum Shinri Kyo, or Supreme Truth. They had been linked with a poisonous gas attack in a Tokyo subway in 1995. And he chose for Attorney General a militant black feminist attorney who advocated abolishing the death penalty and closing all prisons."
I'll bet not one of them paid Social Security tax on the nanny.
"The End of the Age" is to Dante what Sterno is to "The Inferno." When you have a hard time keeping a straight face while reading a novel about the death of a billion human beings, something is probably amiss.
But lest we be too smug, bear in mind two recent events. In March 1989, a large asteroid passed within 450,000 miles of Earth. Had it landed in an ocean, according to scientists quite genuinely rattled by 1989FC's sudden appearance, it would have created 300-foot tidal waves. If you think 450,000 miles is a country mile, consider that Earth had been in the asteroid's path just six hours earlier.
Then there was Hurricane Gloria. In September 1985, this violent storm was working its way up the Atlantic, headed for Virginia Beach, Va., headquarters of the Christian Broadcasting Network, with murderous force. Mr. Robertson went on the air and prayed, commanding the storm to stay at sea. It did -- and came ashore at Fire Island, demolishing the summer house of Calvin Klein.
Iv read about 5 times bought this book many times for others. I read about year 2001. Totally prepared me for today year 2022. What a survival and wonderful book .
This was pretty good. I learned a few things that I didn’t know before about how bible prophecy is coming true right now. Overall worth the read but not written very well.
Even though I'm not a born-again christian, I appreciated it. The events were plotted amazingly. The characters are lovely. I was so happy with the ending. Also, the part that talked about the Indian gods was amazing. I also have to complement the part Robertson included AIDS. I did a good report about the said disease because I read it here.
But, there's a part I didn't really like. Some parts were boring. Some are not interesting. It took me at least a day to read that particular part. I'm not gonna tell you guys, 'cause maybe it's not boring for you.
I recommend this book to all those men who are confused and/or condemned, for this will give you enlightenment. This will help you build up faith. Really love this book!
P.S. This is my first review, so if it sucks, I apologize.
I know this is going to seem skeptical since I was only able to bare 47 pages of this book. It wasn't exactly my cup of tea and I doubt I will ever pick it up to finish it. The author switched, even in third person, skipped threw POV's more than I could keep up with, the plot was greatly undefined, and the characters too melodramatic. The fact that the main character has studied astronomy is to coincidental, and the conversation before the news was released was quite informative, lessening the quality of the news of event by the news itself. That's where I stand. Read it if you like religious, apocalyptic books, although it was written with great thought, it just didn't capture my interest.
This book actually amazingly is a well written story. I read it when I was trying to be a Christian. I enjoyed it and found it to be well written. Sadly the focus is on what happens when you do not find God before the Rapture. It is a fear based underlying story. It is fictional but in my opinion the writer truly believes this the future truth and admonishes the reader to find salvation before it is too late.
Well, if John supposedly wrote Revelations in a febrile state while on a penal island I guess it is only fitting I read this book with a fever.... Otherwise I probably wouldn't have got through it. Starts out OK but gets worser and worser (I know that is poor grammar but it is accurate in describing this book).
The beginning of The book started off fine. I was intrigued and enjoy hear the main characters back story, but after that everything went down hill. It made no sense. He a guide and, to me it seems like he disregarded it. His theological points where off. If he want to know what he did wrong he should read the bible because the rapture is ment to happen before the tribulation.
This book took me a year to read but I told my Grandfather I would get through it even though I was not really into it. There were good parts and bad parts. Some brought me in so much I didn't want to put it down while others I just wanted to rip my hair out because it was so boring. I get what he was trying to do and the story line is good just the execution in my opinion could have been better.
Well, I gave the book 2 stars, instead of one. Only because the premise was good. The writing itself was atrocious. If someone is inspired by this book, then Pat Robertson should be happy. For finally he will be doing the work of God. Because, only God can bring a new believer, with this material.
I really liked the book until about half to 3/4 way through, then it just flopped. The ending was a disappointment because it really wasn't very good. Even thought I didn't agree with much of his theology, the first half was pretty good fiction.
This book literally scared the crap out of me. Opened my eyes to many things and made me really search my heart and the real truth. Still it was very overpowering.