The Papal Decree

»Titus Andronicus: all cast members line up onstage, and at a signal, begin hacking at each other with swords, blood bladders spraying high-pressure Max Factor Red #2.« That is the abridged version of the Shakespeare play, according to John Varley.

This book is very much like that, but with guns, and the people shooting at each other are priests.

Half way in i just gave up trying to keep up with who is who, who is still alive, and who is on which side. Doesn’t really matter.

I wrote some comments on the »Gospel of Jesus« and the bones of Jesus. Turns out, they are even more fake than i thought. As such, they are a useless MacGuffin. Which leaves the whole carnage pointless.

There are also nasty people that we were supposed to admire, i think. For example the French police man, who not only smokes indoors. There is a surprising amount of sexism, every man thinks the one woman in the main plots needs to be »protected«, or »has« to grab her hair for no reason. Ableism, too.