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Oh. Mein. Gott. (2012)

by Meg Rosoff(Favorite Author)

2.99 of 5 Votes: 1

ISBN

3100660706 (ISBN13: 9783100660701)

languge

English

genre

Romance

publisher

S. Fischer Verlag

review 1: Justin Fleischer"There is no Dog" Book review "There is no dog" by Meg Rosoff was overall a very well written book. This book's main character, Bob is an average teenage boy except he is God. But his behavior is not what you would for for God! He Doesn't get himself into to much trouble, but you'll just have to read the book to see what happens. There a are a few major points in this novel that make it an exiting book to read. One big part of the book is when Bob goes to Lucy's job and instantly falls in love with her. This may sound good but this causes flooding, hail and even lightning! So Bobs emotions can change the weather in seconds. Another crucial part of the book is when Bob decides to ask Lucy's mom for Lucy's hand in marriage. Lets just say that this was defini... moretely not a good move by Bob. Lastly one other important point in the story is when Lucy really regrets not taking Bobs hand in marriage. She cry's to Laura and says "He said he wanted to marry me and be together forever" (235). This was probably the biggest part of the book due to the emotions that got stirred. Overall this book was one of the best books i have ever read. This book has a love theme and an action theme all in one! In addition this book is suitable for all readers, it has very good word choice and the author (Meg Rosoff) really helped me visualize the book in my head. So in the end it was a very well written book.
review 2: "There's no devil, just God when he's drunk."That's Tom waits ("Heartattack and Vine") but could just as easily be this author, Meg Rostoff. Although in the case of this story, god isn't drunk--he's just a teenage boy. The difference, as most people know, is negligible. In both there's the same lack of foresight, same short-circuiting of inhibitions. Sames Jonesing for sex. Same regret of the morning after.Rosoff tells the tale of Bob, a teenage boy who is, through the gambling of his addicted lush mother given the opportunity to be toe God of our planet. Fortunately for us, he has an assistant, Mr. B, an older man who creates the whales, those perfect and perfectly beautiful earthlings. After his act of creation, and a few show-offy miracles, god--Bob--can't be bothered much with our planet or our species, except for shagging the occasional female who catches his eye.The book is meant for YAs, and attacks the universe as a poorly run bureaucracy--not exactly original. Many of the recent natural disasters besetting our planet result from god's emotional disturbances. The story is played for laughs and never really makes sense: Mr. B, for instance, is astounded at Bob's creation of sex, but then sex seems to be the way the gods themselves do it. And bob is equipped for the, um, process. Plus Mr. B. works at a human-made desk. There's the faint parallel to Greek myths, what with temperamental--not to mention horny--gods, but the story is never as scandalous as the ones the Greeks imagined. Surprisingly--or, maybe not, in respect to modern sensitivities--there is virtually no discussion of Christ, although Bob's relationship with his son would give the story more of a bite, and more humor.As it is, the tale itself is basically a romantic triangle among teens, with some worrying adults adding a bit of gravitas. Bob lusts after the human Lucy. Lucy, unexpectedly, falls herself falling for her boss even as she--sexually speaking, a late bloomer--loses her virginity to Bob. The parents worry over their children's development; Mr. B. worries over the state of earth; Bob's pet, an Eck, worries that it will be eaten, its life lost in a poker game just as Bob's godhood was won.Everything works out in the end, not as I predicted (I suspected the Eck would become god), but cozily enough. Whatever earth Rosoff tells of, should be happy to know that Mr. B. is now god. No more god when he's drunk: no more devil.Ultimately, the story is too small for the themes Rosoff invokes. It would be a grand short story, but fails as a novel. Still, there are some pleasantries. She can turn a phrase, as in this sentence from page 199, telling of Lucy's first night of sex: "What she experiences with Bob short-circuits her brain. She feels as fragile as the filament of a bulb, as flickering and evanescent."As I read the book, I worried. The book is about a teenage boy who is god--but most (or, at least many) teenage boys think they are god. It's a hazard of being a teenage boy (at least in America). This is a nation still fascinated by adolescence, and still lionizing masculinity. Of course the teenage boy is a god--and it's all downhill for men after that, according to the conventional story. Perhaps because she is British, Rosoff never takes up this issue--her focus is the bureaucratic mangling of the universe, which is a reasonable point, but doesn't really fit well with her particular story--and it means the satire more than often falls flat. Still, there are advantages to having a woman author write critically about masculinity, especially of the teenage variety, and Rosoff can send some truths home, as on page 236 when she writes, "'My poor darling. He's not worth weeping over. If he doesn't appreciate a girl like you . . . ' But, even to her own ears, the words sounded quaint. What man ever warranted the tears shed on his behalf?"No man, and certainly no teenage boy. It's just a pity that Rosoff missed making that the point of her book. less

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