This is a beautiful and soul-wrenching take on God's first days in trying to get the world started right. It's the "Coltrane Plays the Blues" album riffing on Hebrew syntax and the tenebrous soul of the Arkansas Delta. Here's a God I can marvel at-one who spits and broods, whelps and winces, stirring desire in every way possible. Creating, at last, a world where lost chances leap into chorus. This is Genesis brought to life, best read in the dead...
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