The Bibles of my youth were all black-covered and thin-papered, the kind of pages you could use as rolling papers if you were desperate enough. I read Genesis one afternoon, bored, while my mother stayed after church to organize some thing or another at the Lutheran church we attended. Genesis, with its long list of name after name after name, didn’t do much to relieve my boredom, but my friends weren’t around that day to play ghostcatchers in the graveyard. Through the confirmation process and at all the church services I attended before I was given a choice I must have read more.
Once I was given a choice, I never went back. I am not religious, most definitely not in a church-going organized-religion sort of way. But the Bible was omnipresent, whether in my literature studies, the arguments of the Right-wing Christians attempting to take away my right to an abortion, or in the echoes it sent out into so many of the stories that followed it. I like to joke that the Bible was the first post-apocalyptic novel and though John Michael Greer has proven me wrong on that count, I can’t help but see it as an important piece of literature. It has certainly been a bestseller for long enough to be worth repeated examination.
When I saw Phillippe Lerchermeier’s newly told, newly illustrated (by Rebecca Dautremer) Bible (or die Bibel, in German) at the 2014 Frankfurt Book Fair I fell hard. I took pictures. I raved. I coveted. Bible stories with illustrations like this might be Bible stories worth rereading. A few months ago I noticed die Bibel had arrived in book stores. So I wrote to the publisher, Coppenrath, and requested a copy for review. And they sent it to me.
Which means that yes, I have just agreed to read and review the fucking Bible.
But sure is pretty, isn’t it?
Be careful what you wish for.
What are you coveting this week?
Note: This post joined the wishlist party at Pen to Paper.