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20 January 2006 @ 07:11 pm
I, Lucifer, by Glen Duncan.  
I, Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell, Lord of the Flies, Father of Lies, Apostate Supreme, Tempter of Mankind, Old Serpent, Prince of This World, Seducer, Accuser, Tormentor, Blasphemer, and without doubt Best Fuck in the Seen and Unseen Universe (ask Eve, that minx) have decided - oo-la-la! - to tell all.

Even though it took me forever to finish, I enjoyed this book a lot. The plot is pretty straightforward, being that Lucifer/Satan/Your Mom/Whatever you call him has been given a kind of second chance by the Big Man Upstairs. Lucifer can return to Heaven if he manages to live a mortal life for one month without sin, by inhabiting the body of a down-and-out English writer by the name of Declan, whose soul currently resides in Purgatory after his half-assed suicide attempt. (Look out, he's a cutter!) I'm not spoiling the book at all by saying he goes on the straight and narrow for thirty days: he's the devil, for christ's sake, it's to be expected. While the book details his various exploits (including lots of sex, lots of drinking, and writing a screenplay all about the Fall) it's also got a number of fun "You remember that thing in the Bible when.. ____? Forget it." scenes, which while they're probably not, uh, correct (maybe they are?) are amusing just the same. Despite the subject, it isn't too racy or too blasphemous, although it's not something you want to read aloud to your kid sister or something. Umm, yes. That is my review, wtf. Worst ever.
Current Music: the tain, part iv, the decemberists.