DON’T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death, JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.
An angel who collects antiques and runs a bookstore religiously devoid of customers? A demon (“an Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards”
) whose car turns every single cassette ('90s here) into a Queen album? Two representatives of Heaven and Hell who are both perfectly fine living on Earth thank you very much but the Armageddon is coming? The same two who lost the Antichrist?“The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.”
Add to the mix a creepy gang of normal teenagers, a satanic lapdog, a professional descendant & witch with a New Age upbringing, the integrated and respectable four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (REVELATIONS, CHAPTER SIX. “Verses two to eight”. More properly, bikers. Because, modernity), the backup Bikers of the Apocalypse, Tibetan sappers, Witchfinders with a Cause, a motherly medium, dolphins and a cast of various&sundry personalities. Throw in some alcohol, give a shake, keep something to smoke handy and enjoy hot or cold.
You can't really connect with any of the characters (if you can, I don't want to know), but it is clever, ironic, terrifically humorous, superbly written, sadly contemporary and full of references."A relentlefs blockbufter of a boke; heartily recommended".