by Nikos Kazantzakis
1954
translated by Jonathan Griffin
An
allegory for the death of Christ. Very Kazantzakian - full of pious
sinners, unrepentant whores, sex, violence (two priests wrestle, very
graphically, at one point), terrifying divine revelations, and so on. I
liked it a lot. The Agha (a.k.a. the Pilate) was a great character.
Again, Kazantzakis stresses the variety of paths that God stretches
before us – martyrdom, asceticism, domestic comfort – all, perhaps,
equally valid.
four stars
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