Death: A Life is a memoir that chronicles the existence of Death, an extremely misunderstood entity. In here, he talks about what made him who is he today.
Death was born during the Dawn of Creation as the only son of Satan and Sin. The book starts off with the beginning of Death’s existence and life in Hell, his birthplace and childhood home. As it turns out, Death didn’t exactly have the best childhood. He was neglected by his father, who was never around. However, one day, Satan returns and brings Death and Sin to God’s newest creation, Earth.
George Pendle regales readers with many stories of the Bible—but from Death’s perspective. It sounds a bit darker than it actually is, for the book is actually quite humorous.
One scene from the book features Abraham, who used to be God’s favorite until God got sick of him. Death asks the question of whether Abraham was a “devout patriarch, or serial killer?” (70). Honestly, this novel made me laugh aloud many times, but I would not recommend it for the especially religious and easily offended.
“I tried convincing Helium to get some color in her cheeks, and maybe a little odor. She simply yawned at me languorously and explained that she was a noble gas and, as with all nobility, preferred the inert life” (31).
Though there are a lot of jokes about Christianity, there are also a few jokes about science, history, and mythology. It’s really very entertaining. However, at times, this book seemed to drag. The book seemed so laden with jokes that it gradually became less and less amusing.
I’m afraid that, overall, I wouldn’t be able to describe the actual plot of the novel very well. I guess it just follows Death’s existence and builds up to Death’s addiction to Life and time in rehab. There are some larger, overarching themes to the book, too.
Mostly, however, this book was just satire. I’d compare it to reading articles from The Onion, which I happen to find very enjoyable.
The humor of Death: A Life is a bit dark, but the first few pages are more messed up than the rest of the book. The quality of humor was really great, but the sheer quantity was overwhelming. It took me a while to finish it because sometimes, I just felt like I needed a break from it. The book wasn’t very thrilling, but it was definitely enjoyable.
I’d say that the jokes in here get 5 stars, the plot gets 2, the pictures (Did I mention that there are pictures? Because they are glorious.) get 5, the concept gets 5, and the execution gets 2.5. Overall, though, I’d say that the book manages to wrangle out a solid 4 stars.