The New Yorker — that liberal rag — published a review from Adam Gopnik of Elaine Pagels’ book, “Revelations: Visions, Prophecy, and Politics in the Book of Revelation.”
He says it has all the makings of a Hollywood movie. The only problem is that there are too many people that think it’s a prequel documentary about the end times, while the rest of us know it was just some big, hallucinogenic metaphor for the madness that was happening back then.
Well, Pagels says it wasn’t hallucinogenic. But whatever. How can’t it be?
Anyway, the best part of the article is the art coupled with it.
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