Most Sunday mornings I listen to ‘Sunday’ on BBC Radio 4. I’m not religious, but this programme which features the religious and ethical news of the week, presented by the lovely-voiced Edward Stourton is always fascinating. This week, they talked about Russell Crowe’s new film ‘Noah’. Ed asked the reviewer how the film compared to the bible. She replied – they share three things – ‘An ark, a flood and a man called Noah.‘ – I fell about laughing. I’m sorry, I can’t remember the lady’s name. After seeing the trailer the other week, I have no desire whatsoever to see the film at the cinema, however epic they make it!
But I did go straight to my bookcase, and found a gem that I’ve obviously been saving for the occasion … The Flood by David Maine, pub back in 2004. I want to share the first paragraph with you, because I think this book is going to be an absolute hoot:
Noe glances toward the heavens, something he does a lot these days. Scanning for clouds. None visible amid the stars, so he finishes urinating, shakes himself dry and makes his way back to the house. Inside, the wife pokes desultorily at a pot of stew hanging over a fire. It is late for supper: the others have eaten already and retired to the sleeping room. Noe squats against one of the rough lime-washed walls and points at a terracotta bowl. He’s roughly six hundred years old: words are unnecessary.
Noe goes on to tell his wife about his vision. When she asks how they’ll be taking this ship to the sea. Noe replies, “We’ll not be going to the sea. The sea will be coming to us.” She pauses, and quietly accepts things, and carries on.
Love that cover. The new edition, coincidentally published this week, is sadly rather more obvious and a cash-in on the look of the film. (BTW, this book was originally called ‘The Preservationist’ in the US). I should be reading other things, but you gotta go with your whims sometimes…