"I, Lucifer" by Glen Duncan.
THE Fallen Angel is offered a deal by the Big Man -- inhabit an earthly body in a well-behaved manner and win re-entrance into the realm of celestial beings.
I've read it before, but picked it up this morning again, and grinned my way through the first 20 pages. It is so, so wicked.
EV Guy came over on Saturday and Sunday to hang brackets and shelves. He needed a book to read on the subway, so I loaned him "Breakfast of Champions." (It's small and fits into a jacket pocket...its main selling point at the moment).
When he came back on Sunday he said he was enjoying it and found it completely hilarious. Strangely, I was somewhat relieved by that. Vonnegut isn't everyone's cup of tea, he can be a little out there, with his drawings of assholes and underpants, but he is undeniably brilliant. And I know I've said it before, in my old blog, he's a pissed-off and brokenhearted patriot.
It did occur to me that now EVG has a book floating around in his world with my name written on the flyleaf. If I'd been thinking, I probably would have torn it out. I'd prefer not to have any tangible evidence of my existence in his life. I'd much rather be a concept than a reality.
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