Jesus: The Ultimate Supernatural Hero
Anne Rice's inspired and moving novel, 'Christ the Lord,' will become the print equivalent of 'The Passion.'
BY: David Kuo
There is so much that needs to be said about Anne Rice's new work, "Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt." As a work of narrative fiction, it is deeply moving. Her portrayal of a seven-year-old Jesus grappling with the mysterious stories of his birth and the even more mysterious powers he seems to possess manages to animate his humanity in heartbreaking ways. This fictional boy--who lies on his back and looks at the clouds, who misses his friends, who tries to understand the brutal world of Roman and Jewish conflict in which he lives--seems wholly believable as the child Jesus. The woven story is almost too perfect. Such is the writing that it is easily imaginable that young Jesus wished for snow and that it appeared. Yet it is the very revelation of this humanity that magnifies the reality of his future betrayal, torture and crucifixion. At points this makes the book hard to read.
Rice's portrayal of historical Palestine circa the year 20, where she believes the young Jesus to have come of age, is gripping. Lawless hordes rape, pillage and terrorize in the name of bringing freedom to the Jews. Roman soldiers arrive to quell uprisings--killing and crucifying the innocent alongside the guilty--all in the name of efficient peacekeeping. Man, it seems, hasn't changed very much in 2,000 years.
Note that she doesn't say, "It set into motion the idea that there may in fact be a God." She says, "there may in fact be God." The last few hundred years of Western thought are the first years in human history where God's existence has been questioned. Up to this point in time it wasn't a question of whether there was a God but which god or goddess or gods were real. And this is Rice's point. She wanted to know whether there was G-d: the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Jehovah, I AM, God. She found her answer in a seamless story that extended from Adam to Jesus. In her search she found a sort of theological orthodoxy.
This is a conversion story on the level of Augustine--or, perhaps, is a modern literary equivalent of Saul's conversion from persecutor of the early church to Paul, the apostle who met the risen Christ on the road and spent the rest of life proclaiming Jesus as Lord.
Is my comparison too drastic? I don't think so. Anne Rice was a daughter of darkness. She sold 136 million copies of books that explored the darkest realms of the spiritual world. She dressed all in black. She glorified the night and her atheism. But look at pictures of her now. See the smile. Look most of all at the sparkle in the eyes--at the light.