I can't begin to describe how much I loathe this book.
Let me state something before I go too far: I believe, quite earnestly, that the Left Behind series began with nothing but the best and noblest of intentions. I will always believe that.
But I also stand by something that I wrote a few weeks ago: "Left Behind has become a bloated whore."
Let's face it: when the final chapter of a sixteen-novel series is a less enthralling read than Hannibal Rising, something has gone very, very wrong.
(Yes, I'm one of the five people who'll admit to reading Hannibal Rising. My choice of literature lately could be described as "off-kilter" and that would be a compliment.)
I bought Kingdom Come - the final book of the runaway best-selling Left Behind series - Tuesday night (the day it was published) at the Wal-Mart Supercenter in Reidsville. There was a time when I counted down the hours to the release of a new Left Behind book. Those days are now a happy but fleeting memory. So embarrassed was I to be seen with the book the other night that after I picked up a copy, I grabbed the latest issue of Astronomy magazine to hide the front cover and the fact that I had it in my hands. Yes, once upon a time I would buy a Left Behind book with pride. By Tuesday night, the final time purchasing one of these books, it felt more like buying cheap porno from the friendly neighborhood Piggly Wiggly and trying to hide your face at the cash register.
Which is something that's very regrettable. I don't necessarily agree with some things they hold to, but I believe Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins are two good people. Few will argue that Jenkins is not a standout writer and just as few will not acknowledge that LaHaye knows his Christian theology. I got to meet both of them several years ago and however brief it was, I thought they were two nice fellas who were absolutely sincere about what it was they were trying to do with this series. That was when Book 8 in the series, The Mark, had come out. And what a rollickin' good read it was! But that was eight books ago...
Years later, and LaHaye and Jenkins are tired of this. It's painfully obvious. The same way that Patrick Stewart was visibly tired of playing Picard by the time Star Trek: Nemesis came out. Part of me wonders if LaHaye and Jenkins ever intended for Left Behind to get stretched this far and spread so thin. Did the suits at Tyndale House keep begging them to keep doing this against all sound judgment? Good lord, there have been sixteen full-length novels to tell this story, where Harry Potter only needs seven. Eight books would have been more than enough: one for each year of the Tribulation and a final one covering the millennium following.
I just had a scary thought: Left Behind now dwarfs L. Ron Hubbard's "Mission Earth" ten-volume series. Consider that for a moment: however nutty he was, L. Ron Hubbard... the founder of Scientology mind you... at least knew when to stop.
I can't help but think that Left Behind is the Christian counter-culture version of the infamous "Clone Saga" from the Spider-Man comics: a story that started out simple but as it started to earn more money, it spun out of the control of the writers. Left Behind was supposed to be a ministry thing. But when it became popular it became an entirely different animal altogether. Left Behind ended up a whole franchise, complete with comic books and video games and a movie adaptation that was to Kirk Cameron what Gigli was to Ben Affleck.
And now, here at the end, after the milking is finally done, Left Behind is a more depleted cow than Star Trek ever was (I'm going to stop right there before I go too far and start talking about Rick Berman and Brannon Braga... but that's what keeps coming to mind when I think of what ultimately happened with LaHaye and Jenkins and their Left Behind books).
Who's to blame for this mess? It started out so well, with such great promise. By the time book 12 came out, Left Behind was a series crying for vengeance. Somebody should have long ago been held accountable for what became of it.
But here we have Kingdom Come: the last novel of the entire thing. Is it possible that in spite of how fouled-up this thing has become, that Left Behind could yet be redeemed at the very end?
Sadly, no.
Kingdom Come starts off with a quick recap of the end from Glorious Appearing. After a brief look at the days and weeks immediately following the Second Coming, the story jumps to a point ninety-three years later... and stays there for all but a little more than the final chapter. You'd think that with an entire millennium to play with that we would see some grand sweeping epic unfold across the centuries. Instead we get Sunday School presentations and a story about loyalty and betrayal that has all the plot intrigue of the movie Office Space. I'd never been so bored at reading a Left Behind book as I did trudging through the 300 or so pages between the extreme ends of the thousand years.
Anyway, it's now almost a century into the millennial kingdom, and the world's population is split into two groups: the "naturals" and the "glorifieds". The glorifieds are the ones who got raptured or died and went to Heaven for all those years, then came back to Earth when Jesus returned. They don't age and they don't marry or otherwise have romantic emotions, so they don't have children. The naturals are the ones who either survived the Tribulation at the end of Glorious Appearing or are the children of those survivors, who can still marry and reproduce. "Arrested development" takes on a whole new meaning at this point in history, where anyone under the age of one hundred is not only considered to be still a juvenile, but acts like one too. So there are people in their eighties and nineties that are getting drunk, smoking weed and all other kinds of lewd behavior. The catch is that if they don't wise up and believe in Jesus (who is physically ruling the Earth at this point) they die right on their one hundredth birthday. Everyone else is immune to death (although by 800 years into the millennium the original naturals ain't in the best of health). The only other people who are dying prematurely are the ones who are seriously doing blasphemous things, like when a pervert natural spontaneously combusts while trying to rape a glorified.
(How this book deals with sex was one of the more ridiculous things that I've ever read. If, say on a scale of 1 to 10 for sexuality in literature that some of the stuff in Frank Herbert's last two Dune novels was a 10, then "glorified" Buck's wonderment at being delighted that he'll never have sex with his wife again is a negative-12. How in the world did this get written with a straight face, much less published?)
The main conflict in the book comes from The Other Light movement: those who willingly refuse to submit to Christ's rule, even though they know they'll die at one hundred years old. Compared to the machinations of Nicolae Carpathia throughout the previous books, The Other Light seems like a tacked-on afterthought: not much depth to these guys at all. And the biggest real damage they do in this story is forging an e-mail. Oh, for the good old days of dramatic horror when believers were getting dragged to the guillotine...
How can anyone take this book seriously, either as a gripping story or as a Christian ministry tool? This late in the game, nobody new is being witnessed to in Kingdom Come. If you're here reading this you were already either a rabid fan of the series or (like me) you felt some horrible obligation to finish it, in hopes that all that time and money invested in the prior novels is going to somehow pay off. LaHaye and Jenkins had some real "running room" to do something new and refreshing here at the end. Instead we get more of the "same old same old".
The spiritual exposition is rampant. But it adds nothing to what you've already read if you've gone through any one of the previous novels. Like I said, the only reason you would probably be reading Kingdom Come is if you'd already read the other books. There is nothing new that you'll find to think about in this book, in spite of how thick Kingdom Come is padded with pre-trib theology. At least Francisco's "money speech" in Atlas Shrugged challenged your brain to ponder deeply, even though in real life Francisco would have still been talking long after everyone had left and the guys had come to mop the floor for the night. Think of that kind of narrative, but much more monotonous. That these unwieldy treatises of pre-trib philosophy keep interrupting the few times when the action starts to really get going doesn't help matters much.
Oh yeah: how much actual "writing" was done on this book? Because there are practically entire chapters that plagiarize verbatim the Holy Bible. It was like somebody just did a wholesale "cut and paste" from Bible software and into the text of the story. I wish it could be that easy for me to write a bestselling book!
Kingdom Come is vapid. It is banal. It is cheap. Too much of the story seems like a cop-out...
I am seriously stunned at how much I have come to hate this book.
And I tried... honestly, I tried my darndest... these past few days to find something good to say about it. But it's just not coming, folks. Kingdom Come ranks as one of the WORST things that I ever spent time and money on.
This book, and what Left Behind as a whole became in the end, should be a dire warning for any of us who profess belief in Christ and try to use our creative talents to serve God. If God gave us these things, then we should use them to the utmost of our ability and strength. We should have nothing less than the most absolute greatest passion, whether its writing or filmmaking or athletics or painting or whatever else that we have an aptitude for, in making these gifts reflect well on the One who bestowed them upon us to begin with.
Because Kingdom Come seems even less than a half-hearted attempt. It would have been better to have not written or published this to begin with. But it was. Which makes me wonder what was the biggest motivation in doing Left Behind at all: God, or money?
I don't know anymore. All I do know is that for years the Left Behind novels have taken up considerable space on my bookshelves, and I can't in good conscience leave them there without being embarrassed for their presence. Filling it with Michael Stackpole's "Battletech" novels seems like a much wiser use of the space at this point. What's going to happen to my Left Behind collection? Probably taken down and put in a plastic storage tote, out of sight and out of mind.
And maybe someday my children will find it and ask "Daddy what's this?" and I'll tell them the sad sordid account of how a story that started out so terrific with Left Behind became so wasted by the time Kingdom Come happened. Then the books will wind up in the basement where the second-rate paper will become nourishment for the rats and cockroaches and slowly but surely fading away.
Let it fade.
(I still think that Mark Waid and Alex Ross would do a lot better job at telling this story. If you want a really good book to read, check out their Kingdom Come from DC Comics!)
