Ja, Lucifer
Bulgakov placed the Devil in Moscow in the twenties of the last century, Updike in America with three handsome plays, British young hope Glen Duncan in the body of a failed writer and suicide in London - today.
God, for God knows what reason, decided to give Satan one more chance before the final End. If he manages to spend a month in a mortal body without committing a single sin, he will redeem his eternally damned soul and still get a chance to enjoy Gabriel's amateur horn blowing. Will the devil accept the challenge? The devil will... he will rather use the opportunity to tell his version of events and in the process afford himself a month of unforgettable larks and pure shenanigans in the dark of the party. In two hundred and eighty pages of frantic monologue bursting with brilliant rhetoric, dazzling metaphors and exhibitionist wordplay, Lucifer will offer an alternative history of the world that will expose all of God's senseless whims, wash away the hypocrisy of the Church and reveal the benefits of bizarre sex. It's hard to know for sure why Glen Duncan is considered one of the motley group of the twenty most promising young British writers, but you can see for yourself that I, Lucifer is a totally wacky book that's worth chuckling to if you open the first page and you start reading.
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