The premise grabbed my attention and never let go. The premise: What would it take to prove the existence of God, and what would it mean?
A London newspaper reporter, Ross Hunter, is given a lengthy document purporting to detail three items that will irrevocably, positively prove the existence of God. The story follows the reporter as he tracks down the three clues. There are a least three other groups interested in obtaining the relics that are trying to outwit Hunter.
The premise was the only thing that kept me slogging forward to finish this book. I wanted to see how the author handled the Big Reveal. However, along the way--and it’s a long, long way--there wasn’t much happening.
There is a lot of internal dialog by the main character. Forming questions about everything in his life: his relationship with his wife, the importance of the story he’s working on, his growing relationship with another woman, the next step in his quest to find the three items, what he’s going to eat today, when he’s going to walk his dog next, etc. etc. Basically, the plot is rehashed in Ross’s head every couple of chapters. All right already, we read it and understood it the first twelve times.
There is a lot, A LOT, of Ross driving his car around to appointments, detailing which roadways he’s taking, how his satnav steers him the wrong way, the scenery on the way, etc. There is a lot of unnecessary padding in this story. I mean there could be 200 pages edited out and the whole story tightened and improved.
I got a big newsflash for the author: No one would accept the items on your list as absolute proof of God. I would venture to say that a very slim minority of people would even accept what the items are claimed to be. If someone does not accept the evidence they cannot accept the conclusion. Furthermore, belief in God requires faith and faith typically doesn’t rely on ancient relics to “prove” a belief system is worthwhile.
The competing groups looking for these items are laughably incompetent, basically clueless, and their motivations for obtaining this “absolute proof” are silly. Despite round the clock surveillance on Ross, including tailing him wherever he goes, video and audio taps inside and outside his house and on his phone, and knowing the objects he’s seeking, they fail to stop him.
After enduring over 500 pages, about half of it filler material, I reach the Big Reveal, and it’s a Big Dud. Just like this book.
(Warning to readers: There are plenty of F-bombs, dozens of s-word excrement references and several G-D’s)