DRIVING JESUS TO LITTLE ROCK

A writer embarks on a road trip with a passenger claiming to be Jesus.

This latest novel from Merullo works from the same template as his beloved 2007 hit, Breakfast With Buddha. An author named Eddie Valpolicella (a stand-in for Merullo) picks up a hitchhiker in the spring of 2018 who’s seeking a ride to Arkansas. Eddie is headed that way as the guest of a Protestant church wanting him to give a book talk. His hitchhiker immediately tells him that he is traveling there in order to attend a talk by his favorite author, Eddie Valpolicella. Eddie instantly suspects a prank (or worse), but the man, who introduces himself as “Jesus the Christ,” convinces the author to give their shared company a try for just one day. Still, the whole project seems doomed. Eddie finds himself annoyed by the man he names “So-Called Jesus” and dumps him fairly early on—only to be reunited with the hitchhiker right away and reconciled to a long drive together. Prompted by the success of Eddie’s earlier works, the author’s agent has already urged him to do a book about meeting Jesus—but not the stereotypical Sunday school figure. “We need a new Jesus these days,” she tells Eddie. “Make him real.” This turns out to be easy for Eddie, who notices right away that So-Called Jesus isn’t always saintly. “He can’t be Jesus,” Eddie thinks, “because the real Jesus would never be so obnoxious.” What follows is a buddy/road-trip narrative that would have had Merullo burned in a public square during the first 1,900 years of Christianity.

So-Called Jesus agrees with Eddie’s agent. He wants the author to write a book about a different kind of Jesus, a work that will fill what he refers to as “the Gap” between the Gospels and the present day. Merullo is a long-standing, practiced hand at crafting narratives that are both hugely readable and genuinely thought-provoking, and the story of the growing relationship between his stand-in and So-Called Jesus makes for deeply captivating reading. The passenger consistently displays supernatural knowledge and abilities. But for a long time, Eddie is reluctant to, as he puts it, “surrender my logic and sense of normalcy” in order to accept that the hitchhiker is the real Jesus. Most of the narrative is mercifully free of the typical straw-man apologetics in favor of the “validity” of Christianity (although one of the most famous, that “even Einstein pointed to the meticulous design of everything…as evidence of some kind of Divine Intelligence,” is trotted out on cue). Instead, readers get a refreshingly complex, personal portrait of that promised “new Jesus”—wry, funny, knowing, and infinitely patient. This Jesus is less enigmatic and gnomish than Merullo’s Buddha—he’s far more of a pragmatic, working folks’ Messiah, a version very touchingly on display when the two travelers share a meal with a poor family in a West Virginia hollow. Even non-Christians will find this road trip intriguing.

A winningly thoughtful, metafictional exploration of the modern nature of Christianity.