Christ the Lord:The Road to Cana
The saga of Anne Rice—from lush pseudonymic S&M erotica, through vampires and witches given flesh-and-blood reality we common mortals never imagined, now to sparse and born-again Christianity—is a plot worthy of her own hand. Rice’s Christ the Lord (the second in her series) knows he is God incarnate from page one and struggles only with if and how to reveal his dispassionate and limitless self to the agitated and petty world to which he has descended. The Road to Cana picks up where Out of Egypt left off, covering Jesus’s life in Nazareth, through his baptism to the marriage of Cana which might have been his own—were he not God. In the confrontation with a mirror-image Satan in the wilderness, I found reflections of the deep light-and-dark struggles that characterized Rice’s vampires. And the struggle of the falsely accused Avigail has some longed-for humanity.
All in all this volume may be a third the size of the old Rice because true belief is a third or less of life. The old mouth-watering richness is gone.