The Word of Biff

I am reading, among other things, Christopher Moore’s Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal. I am pretty early in, but already I am impressed with its ability to take one of the more horrible stories in the Bible and a fairly obvious joke and totally amuse me.

And so it went. I’m not sure I took to playing villains as easily as Joshua took to being the heroes. Sometimes we recruited our little brothers to play the more loathsome parts. Joshua’s little brothers Judah and James played whole populations, like the Sodomites outside Lot’s door.

“Send out those two angels so that we can know them.”

“I won’t do that,” I said, playing Lot (a good guy only because Joshua wanted to play the angels), “but I have two daughters who don’t know anyone, you can meet them.”

“Okay,” said Judah.

I threw open the door and led my imaginary daughters outside so they could know the Sodomites…

“Pleased to meet you.”

“Charmed, I’m sure.”