God sends one of his finest Angels to Earth to collect a disparate assortment of human beings and manipulate them into causing the end of the world, but God's plans go awary when a demon is sent by the Archfiend to save humankind
Donald E. Westlake (1933-2008) was one of the most prolific and talented authors of American crime fiction. He began his career in the late 1950's, churning out novels for pulp houses—often writing as many as four novels a year under various pseudonyms such as Richard Stark—but soon began publishing under his own name. His most well-known characters were John Dortmunder, an unlucky thief, and Parker, a ruthless criminal. His writing earned him three Edgar Awards: the 1968 Best Novel award for God Save the Mark; the 1990 Best Short Story award for "Too Many Crooks"; and the 1991 Best Motion Picture Screenplay award for The Grifters. In addition, Westlake also earned a Grand Master Award from the Mystery Writers of America in 1993.
Westlake's cinematic prose and brisk dialogue made his novels attractive to Hollywood, and several motion pictures were made from his books, with stars such as Lee Marvin and Mel Gibson. Westlake wrote several screenplays himself, receiving an Academy Award nomination for his adaptation of The Grifters, Jim Thompson's noir classic.
When Donald Westlake died recently it was a grim day here at Snarl Towers. I think it is no secret that he's been one of my favourite authors since my teens. As with so many of the authors whose work I like the best, I eventually learned to space the books out a bit, with the result that now I still have a fair number left to go -- hurrah. This one I picked up a few months ago when we visited the NJ town of Montclair so that Pam could go and spend money relentlessly in some fabric/yarn store while I did my very best not to spend anything at all in the Montclair Book Center, one of my best loved bookstores. (It's kind of like a smaller version of the Strand in NYC.) I came away having spent hardly anything at all -- well, significantly less than Pam had in the shop down the road.
Westlake played with fantasy and science fiction from time to time during his long career, and in Humans he mixed the two genres. God has become fed up with the pageant of folly that is human behaviour and sends an angel to earth to set things up such that human beings themselves will bring the world -- and perhaps the universe -- to an end. This the angel arranges in somewhat byzantine fashion by gathering together a motley crew of misfits, three of whom are in the last stages of terminal illness, and sending them to take over a nuclear plant. But this is no ordinary nuclear plant: within its precinct is the laboratory of a scientist attempting to bring into our universe a sample of "strange matter" -- stuff from another reality. If strange matter can be tamed, humanity will have a cheap, clean and copious source of energy forever. But if strange matter proves to be untamable, the merest jot of his sample will spell curtains for us all.
As always with Westlake, what's actually a far more complex plot than I've outlined is set up impeccably (indeed one could complain he devotes too much of the early part of the book to this) and carried through with equal skill in timing and execution. The sole area in which the maestro's touch seems a trifle uncertain concerns a plot-strand in which Lucifer, who's perfectly content with the human race the way it is, sends an emissary to counter the efforts of the exterminating angel. While there are some enjoyable contretemps between the two shapeshifting entities, somehow the strand seems just to peter out through lack of auctorial interest rather than be woven in with everything else as the book comes to its climax.
There are some nice in-jokes for readers of disaster novels. I liked the occasional habit of introducing a character who's fully fleshed out for a chapter only for the clearly anticipated fate of being spifflicated at chapter's end.
In his dedication Westlake says the notion for the book was sparked off in conversation with Evan Hunter/Ed McBain -- another masterful crime writer who dabbled in f/sf and another member of my personal literary pantheon who died not so long ago. This added to the bittersweetness with which I read Humans.
Westlake's comic capers are immortal. I wish he had been...this is the only one of his funny-guy books that I know of that introduces the supernatural.
God wants to end all life on Earth. Again. Ananayel is tasked by Him to do so. To turn this planet into, “Nothing left but a lifeless ball, tumbling around and around the sun. And man to do it himself, of his own free will.” And a little help from Ananayel.
God’s version of “free will “. “That’s god’s way, isn’t it? Deniability. ‘They brought it on themselves,’ he’ll say, with that airy smugness of his.”
But the ‘other’ side doesn’t want humans to be wiped out. They say, “Don’t be afraid, you wretched vermin. We will save you.”
So, God wants us dead and Satan wants us to live on. Isn’t that ironic? Don’t you think?
All the pieces/people are set in motion, and we get all of their stories. I liked Li Kwan’s the least, and found it very drawn out.
Page 247 - “Now! My five triggers are together at last, and now all they have to do is find the path I have cleared for them, and the game is over.” So says Ananayel.
“Ah, how I’m enjoying this brief life! And how bittersweet that paradox: the more you enjoy it, the faster it’s gone.”
“The family has to pay for the bullet that kills you,”
A fun little End-of-Days story. Doesn't have the humor of Westlake at his best, but still fairly light-hearted.
God's had it with humans, assigns a back-bencher angel to set events in motion to end it all. Midway through the plan, Satan gets wind of it and starts working to save humanity, whom he enjoys tormenting. Great premise, and the angel's plan, once revealed, ain't too shabby either.
Ed eccomi qui, a scartabellare disperatamente sul web dopo aver scoperto un mondo. Mentre copio-incollo, apro mille finestre Chrome e scarico articoli pubblicati una decina di anni fa, sento inesorabilmente salire quell’ossessione che mi prende a volte e che poi faccio fatica a controllare, ma tant’è.
Ho appena scoperto Donald E. Westlake (e i suoi innumerevoli pseudonimi letterari: Richard Stark, Tucker Coe, Samuel Holt, Morgan J Cunningham, Curt Clark, Timothy J. Culver, Alan Marshall, Edwin West e Judson Jack Carmichael) ma mi sento solo relativamente in colpa: nonostante si tratti di un giallista pluripremiato e – come si intuisce dalla pletora di firme sopra elencate – estremamente prolifico, in Italia recuperare i suoi libri equivale a una sorta di caccia al tesoro (l’ossessione! l’ossessione!) e Umani, il romanzo in cui ho avuto la fortuna di incappare, non fa differenza.
Ma se riuscirete a metterci sopra le zampe, Umani vi sorprenderà con la cifra stilistica che, a giudicare dalle biografie critiche che sono riuscito a reperire, costituisce la vera cifra stilistica di Westlake: la capacità di mescolare trame gialle-noir con una spolverata di calibratissima ironia.
In Umani, Westlake immagina un Dio che ne ha le Sacre Scatole strapiene degli uomini e delle loro piccolezze, e decide di resettare il sistema: non con un banale Diluvio in cui salvare qualche giusto, ma con una vera e propria Fine del Mondo che dovrà essere scatenata dagli stessi esseri umani, coadiuvati da un angelo appositamente inviato. Sarà proprio quest’ultimo a selezionare cinque essere umani dal passato complicato e a farli convergere dalle latitudini più distanti in un unico punto dove tutto si dovrà consumare. Inutile sottolineare che l’iniziativa divina non è ben accetta dall’altra faccia della medaglia (quella sputafiamme e tormenti), a cui il mondo va benissimo così com’è…
Al me-lettore Umani ha ricordato un po’ Benni (nella capacità di far convergere storie che si sviluppano autonomamente in un unico punto), un po’ Gaiman e Christopher Moore, con qualche tratto di Lansdale nei dialoghi.
I had just put the most recent library books in the mail box to go back. It takes three to five days for my return selections to arrive. The snow is arse deep out there, I HAD to have a book.
I had already culled all the read-worthy books out of the auction box. Or so I thought. Then I pulled out this plum and was happily surprised and engaged for the next three days.
Never heard of the book or the author. But I believe I'll be asking for more soon. Hopefully most of his work is more readily available than this out of print title. What great luck to have it turn up in a box of auction books.
An unusual fantasy book with a fair amount of humor, a diverse cast of characters, subtle 'miracles', not so subtle 'miracles', a light undercurrent of social and political observations knitted into a rather unique storyline.
And____a surprise ending which the author manages to conceal until the, what else, end of the book. Yeah, okay, that's how it should be. But, I am used to enough foreshadowing that the endings are rarely a real jolt.
Relatively light reading, but I'll give it four stars. I enjoyed it immensely and the timing was five stars for me.
Pretty cool little book. Told from more or less omnicient perspective, and there's some perspective shifts within a scene, especially toward the end of the book, but it doesn't become too confusing. My favorite part, probably, was the languagistic forms that Ananeyal and X used to berate each other and some of the human chess pieces in their struggle.
A neat premise-telling a story about the angel charged with bringing about the destruction of the world, the people who become his agents, and the devil who's trying to stop him. I suppose the overall statement here is that love conquers all, and that, though we look more or less abysmal from afar, humans are sort of interesting up close.
I'd probably give this 3.5 stars, if there were half stars. Ultimately, not a bad story, but there's only so much you can do when the whole thing is a deus ex machina.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
The development and positioning of each character in the book is phenomenal. Every single character gets your attention. The prose is vivid and arresting - at times the writing makes you feel you are seeing the scenes played out as if in a movie I was awestuck by the way the story unfolded and the chapters gelled together. A writer's writer. You are in the hands of a master writer. I would like to now read all his books. Got an old paperback by luck i am so going to treasure it now.
A fantasy-reality novel that shows human emotions and relationships at its best. You have to suspend your disbielif but its worth every momen
A fascinating novel on the end of the world, the torturers who love us, the God who's had enough, and the Angel who brings about Gods plan but finds it conflicts with his own conscience. A novel that would have been easy to be labeled "blasphemy", Westlake is respectful, biblically defendable (for the most part), and a hell of a good read.
What a wonderful sleeper. A great epic apocalyptic (or is it?)romp. Great characters, humor and pathos, action and emotion. A perfect beach read (Broadkill Beach, Delaware) where I just finished it. A gem.
Donald Westlake never disappoints, even when is straying from his usual formula of half-wit criminals and unwitting participants. This set for this novel is a premise which could make it a grand scale epic - a confrontation between good and evil, emissaries from God and the devil with the entire fate of the world on the line. But with trademark humor and unlikely situations, Westlake turns this into a smaller and more satisfying story, about people who sometimes get what the deserve. The result is a something that feels like a mash up of Carl Hiaasen and Kurt Vonnegut, and if not a real epic, definitely an enjoyable summer read.
Venturing off into fantasy or magical realism with a similar premise to Terry Pratchett's Good Omens, Donald E Westlake is a master writer following the arch angel mission to end of the world. God's got bored with it but humans must use their free will to bring it about. So the angel manipulates a large cast of people to orchestrate it's end. But does he have doubts? And what of the other side, what will they do? Westlake orchestrates the tension and suspense, at times we wonder what is going to happen as the characters are so diverse. But as it becomes clear, oh boy.
I didn't find Donald Westlake's writing as "hilarious" as some of his blurbed fans did, but he was an amiable enough literary companion with a very dry sense of humor. This book concerns an angel who is detailed by God to arrange humans so they will themselves, of their own free wills, destroy the planet. God is a little fed up with these humans. The ending doesn't make much sense, but I could just let that go since this is a light entertainment, not a work of literature..
The type of book that is impossible to put it down. A well written story crafted by a master. It was hard to be aware that the story was coming to an end so I slowed down through the last 100 pages. The book never disappointed.
A clever idea (as always) from Westlake, but this restrained epic never really takes off. Yes, there are some very entertaining moments (as always) but overall it simply putters along.
An oddity from Westlake. It doesn't completely work. His writing's always good but even that can't save this one from clunking a bit and it just kind of fizzles out
Just couldn't get into it. The angelic intervention in human affairs feels stale these days, particularly so soon after "Good Omens" by Pratchett & Gaiman.
It's over. God is really bored with us, and it's time to wrap things up.
However, it has to be us who pulls the final plug, so Ananayel is sent down to Earth to arrange it all. The disparate characters he (he's mostly a he throughout the book) collects from across the world (a fireman at Chernobyl, an AIDS victim from Kenya, an activist from China, an environmentalist from Brazil, and a recently released American burglar) are gently herded to the spot where they will effect a global disaster... except for the interference of those who want to stop him.
Westlake doesn't have any illusions about us or our supernatural observers. Self-interest is the leading motivation for almost everyone (contrary to the fashion in urbane devils, the one trying to stop the end of the world is doing so simply because it enjoys tormenting us), and even the most harmless individual can have a tremendous impact, a theme that he reinforces with every chapter. The characters are real people with real concerns, but without the foreknowledge that would prevent them from causing the disaster that they are inadvertently bringing about.
The only flaw in this book is the ending, which relies on a decision that isn't believable. But even past that point, I found the characters and plot gripping.
3.5 stars - rounded to 4 stars because Donald Westlake wrote it and because I can't give half stars.
The book is a good quick read. The story is not the gold standard of humorous apocalyptic novels--that of course is Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman--but it is worth reading for Westlake's usual deft touch . At the end of the day, I'll clearly remember some great passages and clever writing, but will probably forget the novel.
The story actually seems to be slight at times, especially when considering that this is literally end-of-the-world level stakes. However, since the , Westlake is clearly more concerned about the individual journeys than the actual final event. I appreciated that Westlake populated the comic novel with characters pulled from tragedies and incidents pulled from real-life. These are humans rather than characters.
This came out just a couple of years after Good Omens, but rather than enduring has instead faded into out-of-print obscurity. It’s easy to see why. While there are some interesting bits, particularly in the arc of the angel Ananayel—who was sent to Earth to bring about the destruction of humanity, but might, just possibly, wind up changing his mind—Westlake’s apocalypse is rather a muddle compared to Gaiman’s and Pratchett’s, and his human characters are significantly less compelling. The women and the people of color are, in particular, treated shoddily, and even most of Ananayel’s potentially interesting emotional beats happen off screen. Plus it’s just nowhere near as clever or funny. Essentially, it comes down to this: I own four copies of Good Omens and reread it every year; I already gave my copy of Humans away.
This book was recommended to me by my mother-in-law, who passed away in 1997, so it's been on my to-read list for quite some time. As I started it, it felt a bit like a second-rate Neil Gaiman effort. However, my mind was quickly changed by a clever weaving of disparate characters who are teased into motion by an angel, Ananayel, to bring about an end to mankind (as God has tired of us). It all swirls to a head with a devil's minion as a surprising ally (the devil kinda likes to have us around) and Ananayel having some complications of "his" own. I found the book to be an enjoyable lark of a read and was sorry to read that the we lost the author a few years back. I will definitely try another of his works; perhaps in the comic crime genre which seems to have been his genre of choice.