1300 years before Jesus unleashed the Holy Spirit on Earth, Moses went to the desert to chat with a burning bush and then, set the World on fire. And the World still burns today.
Ryman's books are not only entertaining but also challenging. They are crafted with multiple layers of meanings and hints about legends, speculations of the future and the past, facts and supposed facts, rumours, and hidden secrets. "Him" has more than 2000 years of layers inside its pages.
It took me one week to read the book and a " couple of Centuries" to write this review. I have poor wits and I'm a slow thinker, sue me.
Imagine: You are a woman and you are a virgin. On a sunny happy day, while still a virgin, you give birth to... a God! How would you feel? How can you possibly understand what happened? In ancient Greece, gods usually impregnated mortals at their own will on a daily basis, so people were used to it, but to the rest of the world, especially for us who are definitely not "Chosen Ones", well that just sounds "weird", doesn't it? I can't recall any other legend, superstition or rumour of that kind anywhere else in the world among any society or emanating from any other religious belief. But, wasn't the bible originally written in Greek? I wonder...
Ryman's "Him" blends the religious myths of 2000 years ago with the gender-fading-changing frontier challenges of today. It is a retelling of the life of Jesus, nothing less. But don't be mistaken by my feeble thoughts, this is not a religious book or even one about religion, even though if it had been written, at any time, in the thousand years of the Dark Ages all its copies would have been used as fuel for the fire to burn the author at the stake, and with slow prejudice, would it have happened during the reign of the "Prostitute of Avignon".
Ryman imagines an alternate reality where Jesus Christ is born biologically female but identifies as male. This intriguing twist defines the narrative, exploring the profound implications of identity and faith in a world frozen by conventions. What would be the impact on the World, Beliefs, and History if the Messiah were to navigate life in a body and identity unlike any expected? This thought-provoking scenario made me rethink traditions, question gender roles, and wonder what the essence of spirituality is.
The story is told, not from Jesus' or the apostles' perspective, as it is almost traditional in other "retellings", but from his family's perspective, mostly His/Her/It mother Mary or, to use the Aramaic name Ryman chose, Maryam. For names and places, Ryman uses Aramaic, the “common tongue” of the area at the time, rather than Hebrew, Greek, or English.
The story starts with a little parthenogenesis trick. In other words, reproduction without fertilisation; an ovum developing into a new individual without exterior contribution.
What I find fascinating in Human memory is how easily and conveniently we forget embarrassing details when it is suitable to achieve some purpose. Long before Mary, Joseph and Jesus, the Osiris myth has been circulating for more than 2400 BC; According to several sources, Isis conceived his son, Horus, by being impregnated by a flash of lightning. Sounds familiar?
When reading the Bible (Old and New Testaments), it’s crucial to remember that it wasn’t just dropped from heaven onto our heads. It was written by several real individuals with unique backgrounds, personalities and personal interpretations of facts, or most of the time, rumours of deeds performed by someone, somewhere, sometimes far away, without any hard evidence. I believe that it was when "recycling" was invented.
But that is the problem with stories told throughout Time from mouth to mouth. When a message is passed around verbally in a chain train, without a physical record (to have several ones is better...), it comes out very different in the end; sometimes drastically different from the original version.
We’ve all, I believe, in one format or another, played the game “Telephone” or the "Chinese Whispers". The experiment involves a group of people, in a large circle and a message being whispered into the first player’s ears. Then, the first receiver whispers the same message into the next person’s ears and so on until the message reaches the end of the circle. We always found the final result hilarious, with the message completely distorted by the time it reached the final receiver. My point is: If a short message, passed from ear to ear among a small group of people enclosed in a small space for a small amount of time, is completely distorted, what could happen to a massive message (like the one in the Bible) passed on for centuries by an unknown number of individuals? Remember that only after Guttenberg we can start to relly that the Message is kept unchanged. And even so, take a peek at the ongoing theological battle that has been raging out there for centuries now and try to guess what the original message was. Good luck!
That is to say that taking the Bible as a reliable historical source is not, in my opinion, a secure option to defend or deny the existence of a "son of God" who was sacrificed on the cross to redeem mankind of a mysterious sin that we don't know we committed. And if we take as evidence the fragments of the cross where He was nailed that have been sold as relics, then we can conclude that Jesus was crucified over the entire Amazonic forest.
At some point in the book, it came to me to think (yes, that happens from time to time) that perhaps the search for the "Absolute" is a biological Universal imperative inscribed in Human DNA. We all, through time and space, search for the "Alpha" and "Omega" everywhere in the World by everyone; we just give Them different names and we believe, each of us, that "Ours" is the right and truly "Absolute One" and we are the "Chosen Ones" or any other BS you care to believe. But since we are humans, we don't search for sharing and communion with others because we are the only species that prey on itself. Where and when all started to go wrong? Your guess is as good as mine.
God doesn't demand anything from us. Other men, Rabis, Priests, Mulahs, or whatever fancy title they use, are the ones who demand it, supposedly in God's name, or that is what they want us to believe. If the parable of the coming and the sacrifice of Jesus meant anything at all, it was to tell us that if God truly exists It is inside all of us; we don't need intermediaries to commune with It. According to the Christian liturgy, demons can possess human bodies! Can't God do the same?
In the author's words, God has no idea what is going on or why. God is confused... Only I know...
All this mess presumably started with that bloke in Egipt, Akhenaten. He probably blamed Nefertiti after, but it was he who ignited the initial spark.
Before Akhenaton, there wasn't a Unique God. There were always loads of gods, each with a particular skill and an area of expertise, in any religion anywhere in the world.
There were already, at the time, rumours from Mesopotamia of one and unique Ahura Mazda (no, not the Japanese car) but, it is generally accepted that Akhenaton invented monotheism and imported the god Aten (tax-free) and the consequent GACP (Godly Absolute Centralisation of Power) to justify and give a little shine to his earthly ruling. None of that huge democratic assembly of gods with the crappy delegation of functions and dilution of Power associated. All those "sissy" ideas were fine for the Greeks but in early Egypt, hard-beardless men only needed one god.
When Akhenaten fell, the Egyptians returned to their assembly of gods and started to persecute Aten adepts, probably giving origin to the Exodus and the first (known) persecution of Jews, if we can assume they were followers of Aten.
Freud proposed the idea that Moses was originally an Atenist priest. In his book "Moses and Monotheism," Freud suggests that Moses had to flee Egypt along with his followers following the death of Akhenaten. At this point, I'm really amused, because if Freud is involved we will find some sex complex soon ahead... or back in Time...whatever...
This extraordinary novel delves deep into themes of identity, divinity, and alternate realities. It intricately weaves the tale of God's son, exploring the nuances of faith, while reflecting on the belief that women cannot hold the title of "son of God" in a society intrinsically misogynist. Through a captivating narrative, Ryman's ideas challenge perceptions and invite readers to contemplate the complexities of gender and spirituality in a richly imagined universe.
To me, it is impressive how some accepted aspects of the life of Jesus are reinterpreted by Ryman, and given a deeper meaning. Besides, Ryman has created a world that we can easily believe, reflects the historical sources about Judea during the Roman occupation.
If you are any kind of religious fanatic and you are easily offended or if you don't like historical speculation and philosophical experimentation, then forget this book.
But, whether you are a believer or not, a religious person of any kind or not, this story, which has been going on for more than 3000 years, is fascinating because it changed the face of the Earth and continues to do so today, as well as the minds of trillions of individuals and whole societies around the world.
As for me, at a personal level, after being raised in a family where you can find, among my ancestors, an Anglican enthusiast, a Jew, a Monsignor of the Catholic Roman church and a father who used to quote Nietzsche regularly, my relation with religious beliefs is, at the very least, cautious and weary... Now that I think about it I realise that I missed Buddhism. I wonder if I would be more "complete" if I had been sprinkled with a little bit of Zen infusion.
Since my early awakening to religious conscience, I knew that I didn't want to belong to any of those three Abrahamic bloody #_"°&§* (fill with the curse of your preference, please) gangs that have been killing each other for more than 2000 years over differences in semantics. It's so damn stupid that I'm ashamed of being part of the same species.
That powerful spell that was cast in Mount Horeb to spread its poison globally throughout the millennia went horribly wrong, of that I'm sure, and Ryman just reassured me of my convictions with this wonderful book.