Sauntering vaguely downwards, and other hilarious considerations on the End of Days – Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, book review


​I don’t feel like doing a traditional review on that one. First, because it’s such a classic probably every one knows what it’s about. If not, well, in short, the Apocalypse is coming, according to the prophecies of a mad witch, the Antechrist (a boy called Adam) is nowhere to be found and an angel and a demon, both not knowing which side they’re on after such a long time on Earth, are trying to sort things out. 

Now, with that premise, and the combined writing of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, you may suppose it’s a fantastic book. You would be right. I re-read this a few weeks ago in the middle of the rainy bicycle trip, and had to explain why I was laughing so much in my tent, under a storm. No, not from exhaustion or as a nervous response to the army of ticks climbing up my tent. From Good omens. And because nothing I’ll manage to say about it will equal the words in it themselves, I’m just going to let them speak: (Warning, behind the hilarity and absurdity, a lot of these might actualy be very true).
“God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won’t tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.”
“It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.” 
 “An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.”
“Aziraphale collected books. If he were totally honest with himself he would have to have admitted that his bookshop was simply somewhere to store them. He was not unusual in this. In order to maintain his cover as a typical second-hand book seller, he used every means short of actual physical violence to prevent customers from making a purchase. Unpleasant damp smells, glowering looks, erratic opening hours – he was incredibly good at it.”
“Anyway, if you stop tellin’ people it’s all sorted out afer they’re dead, they might try sorting it all out while they’re alive. ” 
And the most important truth of it all: “All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.” 

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