Saga, Volume 7

I continue to love this story. I remain riveted by the events and fascinated by the characters and entranced by the colors. I love Saga.

I noticed something. When the cute little creatures of comet Phang pray for deliverance at the end, we, the hip, modern, not-naive readers automatically know that their naïve foolish prayer will not be answered and THEY WILL ALL DIE A HORRIBLE TERRIBLE DEATH BWAH HA HA HA HA! That's what they get for being so stupid as to believe in a "god." Good riddance. But I have noticed something that this book just confirmed. In books that are obviously trying to impress us with their materialistic cred, the "god" always fails to come through; the person praying always is disappointed. I would expect maybe a 50/50 chance just based on randomness. In the real world, sometimes people get what they pray for, sometimes they don't. In a large enough sampling of fictional worlds, where it can go however the authors want, I would expect something in the vicinity of a half chance. The (almost) invariability of the theistic hope being dashed proves to me that the authors of such books, taken as a group, are secret theists, pretending to be atheists, propounding a god who is quite real and very powerful, who hates being prayed to, and takes revenge on anybody foolish enough to do so. Either these authors are secretly trying to convince us readers of their dark theology as I suggest, or they are trying to shove their atheism down the reader's throat. Either way, I don't think it very fair or honest of them. But other than that, I love Saga.