Criswell makes his absurdly off-base predictions with an air of supreme gravitas that's overwrought to the point of becoming strangely poetic. There's a definite '60s tilt to his visions, lots of nudity, race riots, technological optimism, and nutty ideas about gender (his piece about women losing their hair is one of the funniest examples of vintage sexism you'll ever find). This is definitely a book to read aloud to friends at cocktail parties.
Obviously I only read this because I recently saw Plan 9 from Outer Space and I found Criswell's narration absolutely hilarious. I found the book as hilarious as I thought it would be. The predictions are ridiculous, self-contradictory, and repetitive. If you look at it as a comedy book, an oddity made by someone just crazy enough to think he could predict the future but not crazy enough to become a cult leader and murderer, and not something to be taken completely seriously, you might see that it's a complete success. It's also oddly poetic. The most shocking part of this book that absolutely nobody talks about is that he predicted that Bob Dylan would kill himself. On page 63: "I PREDICT that America’s foremost Rock-Folk Singer will commit suicide during Easter Week, 1969."
My dear readers, it is safe to say that The Amazing Criswell’s unbelievable predictions are precisely that—unbelievable! Not only need you not mark Armageddon on your calendar, but it seems it has already passed us by. Nor will the city of Denver perish in a gelatinous cataclysm, or Pittsburgh careen into cannibalistic frenzy! All this and more awaits in this revelatory volume! You too will be awed by his sensational imagination, which reveals the wonders that shine ever so brightly in your incredible future!
But wait!
“I PREDICT THAT PRESIDENT KENNEDY WILL NOT RUN FOR RE-ELECTION IN 1964 BECAUSE OF SOMETHING THAT WILL HAPPEN TO HIM IN NOVEMBER, 1963.”
Against all odds, this blind squirrel finds his nut!