You can only die the religious experience ( )

Great. Nothing like I was expecting from Michael Moorcock. I was surprised to see a novel listed in top Sci Fi books, My recollections were of almost Lovecraftian fantasy from my teenage reading, Really good read. ( )

Karl Glogauer nunca encajaba en ninguna parte. A medida que crecía, su adolescencia le llevó a través de una sucesión de desatinadas aventuras amorosas, manías y fetichismos, cada uno un poco más esotérico que el anterior, a una búsqueda desesperada de la verdad. Hasta que, de repente, se le presentó la oportunidad de viajar a los tiempos de Cristo en una incómoda máquina del tiempo. Allá en Palestina descubrió que las cosas no eran en absoluto como esperaba… «He aquí el Hombre» es la obra más personal, controvertida y escandalosa de Moorcock.

I really don't have a problem with the fundamental premise of this book. It was probably even more daring upon its first publication. My problem is with the main character's motivations for going back in time to observe Christ--to get back at his shrewish, emasculating, psychoanalyzing girlfriend, who is often shown being that special 60/70s-woman-written-by-a-man harpy with no real purpose but to drive KG to manfully prove himself by proving that God is real? I appreciate the protag having a "human" motive beyond proving God is real (a pretty compelling motive, actually) but actually that sucked.

Which is a shame, because the fundamentals here are not bad. I've seen them before, but only in later works, which leads me to believe this may be one of the first iterations of this SF-nonbeliever type thing. ( )

A bit trite, considering the subject matter, but engaging. More of a fleshed-out thought experiment than a novel, though. ( )