If man is made in the image of God, then why can he not just up and take a holiday, really walk a mile in a man’s shoes?
This is the central premise behind this novel which is bitingly funny, satirical, and yet grounded with one of the best sets of dysfunctional parents I have come across this year.
Lando Cooper (named for the role which Billy Dee Williams immortalised in Star Wars) walks an uneasy path. On a daily basis he is harangued by millions of prayers, exhortations to be forgiven, or damning others, as well as battling old gods who try and take advantage of his mortal status. For beneath the untamed afro and the slightly average appearance of the average , everyday person you would walk past in the street lurks God. Capital G, world creating, world ending GOD.
He is introduced to us in the prologue via several attempts to end his life, each occasion thwarted by Changing Woman, the Navajo Goddess, whilst Lando’s understanding of just what has happened is minimal. As he grows older, he becomes more aware of who and what he is, a chance for God to be just like every other man, a master of their own destiny and yet, this is just a pipe dream. No matter what form he is in, his vacation leaves a position vacant at the top of the godly food chain. And other gods are clamouring for the chance to be responsible for the fate of the world as we know it.
A battle with Zeus which ends in a totally unexpected manner is the first sign that not all is as it should be, the drunken, dick swinging son of Chronos literally vanishes into the ether, leaving no trace of ever having been there. It only hits Lando after he has reversed all the random and bizarre deaths Zeus rained down with his lightning bolts, which makes him late for his return from lunch break, and gifts him with the mother of all migraines.
In between dealing with his bizarre and hugely hilarious parents Barbara Jean and Herb, he finds that the old adage of walking a mile in another man’s shoes is a hugely powerful lesson for even an immortal god to learn.
His awareness of his form and his mortality, is a such a powerful motif running through the novel, he cradles that knowledge like the most delicate egg shell in his palms as he navigates what is a far from normal life. And yet, it is entirely normal, his bickering parents, concerns about his relationship and making it on the stand up scene are entirely consistent with the life of a floundering 30 something.
I loved all the aspects of this novel, the concept may have been explored in books such as ‘American Gods’ and the Percy Jackson series, but any hints of overlapping plots remain hugely exaggerated. There is always room for another interpretation of a God walking amongst us, especially in a time where society has raised influencers and celebrities to god-like heights without a shred of underlying talent to support them.
This is not a story rammed full of zingy one liners, the observational comedy is perfectly timed and lands with precision on page after page. I found myself laughing out loud, and reading bits out to my other half, who indulged me because, after all, it is Christmas. The notion that like an immortal Batman, Lando could call on the various aspects of his God status-such as Lord of Flies, Burning Bush etc-from his bat belt was endlessly funny to my mind. And the idea of the way in which people worship and beg for guidance and assistance from the deity’s that they rely on to keep them on a holy path to redemption and resurrection? Well this provides the other side of this conversation as it imagines what it must be like to be on the receiving end of these cries for help.
Power is a heady drug, and by placing it in an unlikely vessel, Michael Boatman not only places a fresh spin on the obligations and rights of immortals, he has also created a thoughtful, mindful tale threaded through with moments of pure hilarity. The nature of belief and wonder is rarely captured in such a way.