Behold the Man

Reread Michael Moorcock's "Behold the Man" today. It helps to have eight hours of civil nothing that you are ordered to do.

Maybe tomorrow I'll reread "The Winds of Limbo." But, "Behold the Man," it's like that Twilight Zone episode with Elvis, when the fan crashes into him, then becomes him, only instead of being an admirer, the protagonist in "Behold the Man" is a self-loathing narcissist begging for attention. And instead of a car crash he uses a time machine, and instead of running into the Jesus he knows, he runs into an alternate reality Jesus that is two steps up from being deranged, sexually-conceived roadkill.

Cheers.