The main character of this book is an insane, genocidal sociopath. First he creates people that have no knowledge of good and evil. Then he requires that they follow rules that can only be followed if they had knowledge of good and evil? What kind of sick, sadistic jerk does that?
Much fun comes from reading these Amazon.com customer reviews of The Holy Bible: King James Version – a good demonstration of what happens when you don't give a “holy” text the unthinking respect that most religions arrogantly demand for themselves, and actually read and analyse the thing instead. Some of the review headers are funny in themselves (“Epic gore-flick spoiled by weird ending”; “Poorly written horror book about an awful dictator called God”; “NOT for children”). And as an acolyte of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I endorse this review titled “Blasphemy!”:
King James has taken some of his inspiration from Pastafarianism, but corrupted its message beyond all recognition. There is no mention of Pirates, or the Heavenly beer volcano, or His Divine Noodliness, the FSM.
RAmen to that. And looking forward to more such matter-of-fact literary criticism of texts from other traditions.
P.S. On a more serious note, I'm currently working on a review of Arun Shourie's new book Does He Know a Mother's Heart?, large chunks of which are dedicated to scriptural analysis. More on that soon.