A whimsical pop theological binge which is rather a drag until the author introduces the strong stuff in the form of God...

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OH, GOD!

A whimsical pop theological binge which is rather a drag until the author introduces the strong stuff in the form of God dialogues. The narrator, a writer of fading fortunes, is summoned by God to hear and broadcast some divine wisdom. The Almighty, when unseen, intones through an intercom; when seen, assumes various costumes, but remains a ""little old fella"" -- a little old Jewish fella of little old Jewish vernacular (to adjust to the writer's background). God's main purpose is to remind mankind to get with it and solve its own problems with the material on hand, but along the way some theological ""deepies"" are answered. Re intervention: ""How would you like to live with Divine Hands popping out of the sky all the time?"" or on Messianic beliefs: ""I just made the world: I didn't make religion."" And when asked to prove that He is He, God fields that one with: ""I don't do proof."" The writer's many problems in propagating the Word -- from Bellevue to the cover of Time -- with a finale at the U.N., supply a weak link to the dialogues. Some may balk at the idea of Him as a rational humanist even in such a slight amusement as this, but God in civvies has a certain notional appeal.

Pub Date: Oct. 1, 1971

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

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Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 1971

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