By Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins
Tyndale House Publishers, 405 pp, 2002
That's right, folks, time for another Left
Behind novel. They just keep on coming, racking up monster sales and
royalty checks for LaHaye and Jenkins. I'm feeling better about this
series than I have in a long time - as you may recall from my
review of the previous book in this series, I thought LaHaye and
Jenkins were sacrificing the story and stretching out the series to
produce more books and more lucre. Happily, they have rectified that with The
It didn't seem so at first. The first half
of the book chronicles Mac, Chloe and Hannah's rescue of George Sebastian
while Tsion and Rayford and Chaim hang out at Petra and Buck and Kenny and
Leah (who is very annoying in this book) and Zeke hang out in Chicago.
Chang hangs out in New Babylon and his sister hangs out in China.
That's a lot of hanging, but the main
action is the rescue, which of course succeeds with some help from their
good buddy archangel Michael. The action is brisk if someone tainted by my
own bitter suspicions of another Left Behind novel that advances one whole
Now that I'm over that, I realize that one
thing is missing, though LaHaye and Jenkins supply a bit more of it here.
Killing. That's right - more blood, more gore, more death. And I'm not
talking about the guillotine stuff or the nasty bowl judgments. I want to
see the righteous Christians kick some more anti-Christ butt. I want to
see them slay the infidels in their God-fearing cause of ridding the world
of evil. George kills one (a woman, even!) in escaping from the GC, but
I'd like to see more Trib Force warriors do the same.
This is important because we're getting
close to the end. The second half of the book makes up for the first half
by leaping ahead and covering a few more judgments. The book ends with
only one year to go before Christ's Glorious Return. So there's more
killing and action ahead, not to mention the final great battle, the
mother of all food fights, Armageddon, when Jesus gathers his army and
anti-Christ rounds up his and they go toe-to-toe. Naturally, Jesus will
win and peace will reign on earth for one thousand years.
But that battle better be good. You hear
that, LaHaye and Jenkins? I want gore and guts, so much that Saving
Private Ryan and Braveheart look like G-rated Disney cartoons
in comparison. Because, way down deep in our primal beings, there is
nothing more satisfying than watching (in this case, reading) good people
beat the crap out of the bad guys.