The Book of Joby by Mark J. Ferrari
Sometimes I’m reluctant to read books suggested to me by other people; especially people whose reading tastes I’m not already familiar with. And if the book is big (this one is 638 pages!), I’ll hesitate even more, given that I get about 15 minutes of reading time on a good day. But something made me take the plunge anyway, and I’m hear to announce to all and sundry that if my young friend Mary suggests another book to me, I’ll jump in with both feet.
The basic premise is simple. The Creator and Lucifer enter into a wager, similar to one they’ve had many times in the past, one upon which the continued existence of all Creation hinges. If one person, agreed upon by both parties, willingly turns to evil within the time span of the wager, the Creator agrees to wipe out all creation and remake it according to Lucifer’s instructions. That person is Joby Petersen.
When we meet Joby, he’s a young child and his head is filled with thoughts of honor, nobility, chivalry and bravery, all engendered by a book of Arthurian tales left to him by his grandfather. He’s smart and charismatic and it’s easy to see why the Creator chose him as his champion. But the terms of the wager dictate that the Creator cannot intervene in Joby’s life while Lucifer can, so the deck is stacked very deeply against our young hero.
The bad guy is crystal clear, of course, but his tools not necessarily so. Father Richter believes that in preaching absolute purity to Joby, he’s doing the Lord’s work. He’d be devastated to find out that he’s doing more harm than good. Even some of the good guys are surprised by how much they’re willing to bend, if not outright break, the rules.
And I love the relationship between the Creator and his angels, Lucifer included. He shows humor and forbearance, but also a tendency towards trickery, when warranted. This is not a vengeful Creator; it’s a patient Creator who created angels and humans out of pure love.
As much as I love fantasy, I do get tired sometimes of the unremitting goodness of the good guys and the ceaseless badness of the bad guys. I like some reality in my fantasy; no one is all good or all bad. Ferrari does a beautiful job of mixing that up a little bit, even attributing some noble intentions to the baddest baddy of all, Lucifer.
Other suggestions: If you read and enjoyed Christopher Moore’s Lamb, I think you’ll enjoy this as well. If you like this, I’d recommend Lamb to you, but with some caution, as Lamb is much more ribald.