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William Lower, The Typo: In the Name of God (Ink and Pixel Publishers 2025)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/241284986-the-typo

Florentine Antonio Strozzi is illuminating a manuscript for Abbot Fransisco, he takes especial care with his expensive ultramarine pigment. The abbot is preparing for the following day’s viewing, which Cosimo de’ Medici will attend, of the monastery’s new Gutenberg Bible.

In Mainz, Johannes Gutenberg is bankrupt.

Antonio attends the viewing and on page 149 spots a shocking mistake. A ‘deus’ is not capitalised. Blasphemy! He has discovered the world’s first typo. He is commissioned as the world’s first proofreader to check the rest of the book, then to travel Mainz to demand correction, with guard Gabriele to protect him.

The abbot wants to hush up the heresy, but Prior Lorenzo wants to hush up the travelers. The discovery of Guglielmo’s horse where it should not be sparks a suspicion of the intrigue at play. So, who is going to poison whom? Many trips between Florence and Bologna and much changing of horses will reveal. The chase between Antonio and Gabriele, and Lorenzo and the band of thieves, from town to town, from monastery to tavern, gets a bit long after a while, but it is punctuated by some humorous scenes and dialogues.

Then, there’s a twist in the intrigue. Lorenzo tries to woo Antonio onto his side. And there’s an interesting twist in the rapport between Antonio and Gabriele. Lorenzo does not acquiesce easily.

We’re introduced to all the POV characters in the first chapter, which I don’t think is the best way, as it doesn’t allow us time to get to know them, so that as we start chapter 2, we’ve already forgotten them.

Though otherwise the tale is told chronologically, one-third of the way into the journey, it inexplicably flashes back, which confuses the story.

It’s a lovely tale, humorous in places, but there’s a tendency to repeat the jokes too many times.

I didn’t get the Epilogue.

Joseph Atwill, Caesar’s Messiah (Ulysses Press 2005)

This is an interesting exposition of the Jesus-Never-Existed (JNE) conspiracy theory.
Anyone who has compared the works of Flavius Josephus and the New Testament can’t help but notice. The Gospels write about stuff that supposedly happened during Jesus’s lifetime, in the 30s, and Josephus writes about the same stuff happening during the Great Revolt, in the 60s. Exact parallels, even the same words and phrases are used. What’s going on here? There are at least 115 parallels between the Gospel stories of Jesus in the 30s and Josephus in the 60s. It is very tempting to believe that one of them must have copied from the other.
Atwill’s answer is—a big conspiracy. The Romans (specifically, their adopted historian Flavius Josephus) invented Christianity as a big con game.
Typical of conspiracy theories, the basic idea is, on the face of it, credible—it just sounds like something ‘they’ would do. But when you get to the detail, all sorts of silliness ensues. Motive, also—according to Atwill it was either to ‘tame messianic Judaism’ or to ‘prove how clever they were’—is silly.
The puzzles are ‘solved’ by means of ‘typology’ (peshers) to transfer one story to another to show the hand of God at work. The parallels between Jesus and Titus begin with vocabulary—the word for gospel is ‘euanggelion’ (good news), the same word Titus uses for his military victories—continuing through to dating according to the ‘70 weeks of Daniel’.
That the Flavians and the Herodians may have mixed genealogically is highly credible. Royal families intermarried all the time, and Herod the Great was keen on marrying kings of the neighbouring ‘Nations’ with his daughters and granddaughters. For generations, Herodian princes had been educated in Rome side by side with the Caesars. Princess Berenice was infamously the long-time mistress of Titus. After the destruction of Jerusalem in 70CE, the entire Judaean royal family moved to Rome, and the reading of post-war brides of various noble Romans as descendants of Herod the Great is more than reasonable.
Unfortunately for these juicy-sounding hypotheses, the Arria the Elder and Arria the Younger, proposed by JNE as being Herodian descendants, had well-attested Roman pedigrees.
The parallels are really remarkable. I do not subscribe to this theory, however. I believe the concurrences can be understood as the authors referring to a common cultural and literary tradition. The evangelists and Josephus all had cultural memories of the war and were party to myths and legends which circulated at the time, a number of which involved characters named Jesus.

Stephy M. Marie, Dirty Roulette (Kindle 2025)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/238208053-dirty-roulette

The early years of college are a lot of fun, sometimes. But they can be a stage for some painful experiences.
Ryder is still trying to get over the night he saw his girlfriend of 3 years Brittni f***ing the college a***ole Brody. Brody is the dude all the gals go for, and as is often the case in an age group where people don’t yet really know who they are, he’s a piece of work.
Ryder has seen the casual s**, the jealousies, the breakups, the vendettas, and he’s determined to protect his sister Charlie, who is barely eighteen.
Then one night a party gets out of control. What starts as a silly game of Strip Poker ends up wreaking havoc on the kids. The wrong people end up having s** together, things are posted on the internet that shouldn’t have been, and their fragile, pressured society is fractured.
Everything is first-person present tense, alternating chapters between POV characters—Ryder, Payton and Charlie. This gives intimacy to the reader. The writing style is unique. The plotline works in today’s huge role of texting and social media. They all seem barely out of high school maturity-wise, and their emotions are usually turned up to High—shame, jealousy, desire, betrayal. The parents all seem to have their own dysfunction going on, so the young people have to work out their social problems by themselves.
It’s worth making a little list as you go along to keep in mind whose head we’re hopping into—Who is whose sister? Who has the hots for whom? Who dumped whom? Who f***ed whom, and who knows about it? Old folks like me struggle to catch all the young streettalk.
The characters are interesting and multi-layered. I love stories like this, where one event ends up having ramifications for each of the characters. It reminded me how painful it was to be young.

Kenneth Humphreys, Jesus Never Existed (Nine-Banded Books 2014)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19988610-jesus-never-existed

This is an easy summary of stuff we know about the conundrum that so little is known about ‘the historical Jesus’.
The placenames, as well as some of the names of major apostles, sound completely made up. There was no town in Galilee named ‘Nazareth’ in the 1st or 2nd centuries. Prophecies in the ‘Old Testament’ were primped and squeezed into being apparent proofs of ‘fulfilment’ of Jesus as the promised Jewish messiah—’we might as well call it copying’.
The story of Jesus we receive in the New Testament is neither history embellished like Caesar’s Gallic Wars, nor fiction placed in a historical setting like Sherlock Holmes.
It reads not so much like a remembered history but like a mediaeval drama. What we ended up with is a ‘join the dots’ approach—a nativity fairy tale, some wise parables and miracles, and a dying and rising god—which has been ‘reformed a hundred times’.
His is a theory of ‘syncretism’ in which many authors played a part. He doesn’t believe that the Roman state would have ‘invented the whole nine yards of Christianity’; rather that they acquired a product already formed. The Church began ‘providing its own bread and circuses’, and found a ‘winning formula’: a simple story + mystery religion (like Mithraism) + ethical philosophy (like Stoicism) + public ceremonies (Like Magna Mater), backed up by manufactured ‘evidence’ (relics).
99% of the NT texts that are extant date from later than the 4th century. It is clear that the first Christians knew almost nothing about the historical Jesus.
Humphreys doesn’t go down the ‘Arrius Calpurnius Piso’ rabbit hole, and is more logical.
I do not subscribe to this theory, but it was interesting to read Humphreys’ ideas on the subject.
I hadn’t realised when I bought this that this is an ‘introduction’ version of Humphreys’ longer book, Jesus Never Existed: The Fabrication of a Saviour of the World.

Roman Piso, Piso Christ (Trafford Publishing 2010)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10002273-piso-christ

Tricks with names and numbers, utter poppycock

This book contends that Jesus was invented by (the fictionally invented) Arrius Calpurnius Piso masquerading as Flavius Josephus. The New Testament was not the story of Jesus but rather a satire on the military campaign of Titus. A great historical conspiracy perpetrated by the ruling class in order to hoodwink the rest of us. The author doesn’t reveal his real name out of fear that people will kill him.
Not only was ACP writing under the pseudonym of Flavius Josephus, he was Dio Chrysostom, also Philo, Epictetus and Plutarch—hey, why not Shakespeare in the bargain? He was also the Antonius Primus who killed Vitellius, and Claudius Aristion, Maturus Arrianus, Curtius Montanus and Flavius Archippus. These multiple aliases would have had the man living in Rome, Prusa, Ephesus, Altinum, Athens and Crete all at the same time.
Seneca and Lucius Piso wrote the Gospel of Mark. Arrius Piso’s son Justus was Justin Martyr. Eusebius was really Constantine’s brother, Pliny was really St Paul, Suetonius was Antoninus Pius.
We plebs have had the wool pulled over our eyes for two millennia, as is ‘revealed’ using secret codename aliases and gematria (numerology), which I discount as proving anything sensible. It gets even loonier with discussion of so-called ‘royal language’ (e.g. made-up linguistics like Annius is really Arrius, because they changed the Rs to Ns). Entire chapters are devoted to the supposed dirty double entendres in early Christian writings—e.g. whenever the Gospels said ‘walked’ they really meant ‘have sex’; the ‘seven trumpets’ of Rev. 8:2 is about church leaders farting.
I’ve always wanted to examine the Jesus-never-existed conspiracy theory, and now I have. Utter poppycock.

Poppy Cooper, A Post Office Christmas (Hodder & Stoughton 2021)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57199727-a-post-office-christmas?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=GCAzMqpNNH&rank=1

1915. With Christmas approaching, Post Office Girls, Milly, Nora and Liza, are working harder than ever at the Home Depot to get letters and parcels to the troops on the front line.

Milly is transferred to a different department. Was it because of her poor background? Her suffragist leanings put her out of sorts with her posher workmates. She misses her friends, but takes solace at her local suffragette group ELFS, and makes a new friend at work, ex-soldier Jack.

Coming home from a meeting, Milly is accosted by a drunken soldier and saved just in time by fellow suffragettes, Hilda and Elise. The police believe his side of the story.

Milly takes up the cause of a miscarriage of justice.

It makes one’s blood boil to remember how women were treated—the pay differential, being accosted in the street at night, not being listened to by police, having to sit in a separate section of the pub to avoid catcalls, always being the ones in charges of tea and refreshments—not to mention multiple children and the ever-present threat of the workhouse.

All the while, Sylvia Pankhurst has ruled ‘no militant action’ due to the war. But the ELFS ‘girls’ have better ideas, and Milly takes some people into her confidence that she shouldn’t have done.

The royal family’s visit goes off without a hitch, after Milly and Jack save the day. The jolly Christmas tale ends well, and revelries spill out onto Euston Road. Looks like our boys will be getting their parcels, after all.

It’s not often one finds a novel that deals with the working lives of working-class people—the ‘girls’ relationships with their workmates and supervisors, what they actually do in order to sort the post, how they spend their lunchbreaks.

This is Book 2 in the Post Office Girls series.

This review first appeared in Historical Novels Review.

Neil Staley, The Warrior Gene (Kindle 2023)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/77776478-the-warrior-gene?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_31

Apex Labs agents Reg Thompson and Harry Caine are on a security stake-out, and a Fed from the FBI, Joshua Smith, is on a case nearby. He introduces himself, then shoots them in the head.
Back at the lab, Dr Alex Bishop’s boss Henry Drexler calls him to take a look at Batch DD-401A. ‘incomplete data utility’. Yet the client is moving forward the launch of Phase One.
A rhesus monkey named Jimmy is injected with ‘the Icarus particle’, and the moneymen watch as Jimmy viciously destroys an uninjected monkey.
There are numerous characters and minor inter-woven plotlines—the secret commemorative reward in the box, James Devlin’s promotion and abduction by his father and Blakenstock, two security agents murdered outside Alex’s lodgings, Mrs Galasky’s witness statement, the investigation against the religious cult leader, the fire at the lab, the flash drive and the other-worldly voice, Audrey’s backstabbing, the Mamluks and The Overwatch in the desert, Harun the Invisible Light—and that’s only up to chapter 16. At the final hour the ritual in the desert, Klick’s abusive religious cult and the warrior gene storylines converge.
The multiplicity of characters makes it hard to keep track—my brain protested at being introduced to a whole new set of characters in chapter 20. The ‘head-hopping’ (switching of Points of View) may be confusing, but it adds intrigue and gives the reader a chance to piece things together without having everything explained.
This novel is brilliant at creating suspense, using various skilful techniques as well as the old cliff-hanger. The science appears spot on—indeed, MAO-A has been called the ‘warrior gene’. The dialogue includes a perfect comeback to ‘age before beauty’—‘assholes before angels’.
I couldn’t understand the timeline of: James and his father’s boss Blakenstock giving him a big promotion, Blakenstock catching him in flagrante with a woman, and his massage (‘two hours later’ than the in flagrante). And what was the ‘giant fist smashing the building to the ground’ on page 161? And after Alex knew how evil the code was, why did he still want to save it?
The Concept—a techno/detective thriller involving the so-called ‘warrior gene’ is great. This follows in the tradition of techno-thrillers about scientifically engineered super-soldiers (Frank Herbert, Dune; Robert A Heinlein, Starship Troopers; Jeff Vintar, ‘Hardwired’ [iRobot]) and borrows the elite troop of Mamluks guarding secrets in the desert from ‘The Mummy’, the hole in the centre of the ceiling from ‘The Fifth Element’ and the ‘bloodline’ idea from The Da Vinci Code—all tropes too good to exclude.
The action is well paced using scene-setting and dialogue; the final chapters are a rollercoaster of excitement with a marvellous twist at the end. It would make a great action film.
This review first appeared in Reedsy Discovery.