Oh Good Omens, how much do I love thee? I love thee as though thou were a vassal of water and I were a lonely wanderer in the desert, or as though thou were a sugary donut and I a fat child. Know that I would do aught to preserve thy existence as I love thee more than aught else in the frickin’ world.
Crowley put the Bentley in gear. Then he remembered something. He snapped his fingers. The wheel clamps disappeared.
“Let’s have lunch,” he said. “I owe you one from, when was it…”
“Paris, 1793,” said Aziraphale.
“Oh, yes. The Reign of Terror. Was that one of yours, or one of ours?”
“Wasn’t it yours?”
“Can’t recall. It was quite a good restaurant, though.”
As they drove past an astonished traffic warden his notebook spontaneously combusted, to Crowley’s amazement.
“I’m pretty certain I didn’t mean to do that,” he said.
“That was me,” he said, “I had always thought your people invented them.”
“Did you? We thought they were yours.”
Crowley stared at the smoke in the rearview mirror.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s do the Ritz.”
Sorry. I could pretty much sit here and post quotes at you all day, but then you wouldn’t have the fun of discovering them for yourself. Which I highly recommend you do, by the way. Even the minor characters are amusing – Famine, of Apocalyptic Horseman fame, is responsible for introduction of fast food, diet crazes and insta-meals all over the globe and constantly visits McDonalds restaurants to gleefully examine his handiwork for himself.
It does have a fairly formal tone though, and frequently discusses theology issues, albeit in an accessible and humorous way. It suggests that perhaps God and his demonic counterpart aren’t as infallible as they’re supposed to be and that even their plans can go awry. I wouldn’t say it’s likely to offend anyone as it’s very tongue-in-cheek, but be ready to consider that maybe God’s plans are only ineffable because he isn’t quite sure what’s going on himself!
My only complaint is that the ending is a little slow. It’s not bad exactly, far from it, but it doesn’t seem to keep up to the fast-paced style of the rest of the book. I’m not really sure how I’d have changed it myself but it seems to very nearly cross the border into Twee And Cheesy Land.
Dark light is not actually an oxymoron. It’s the colour past ultra-violet. The technical term for it is infra-black. It can be seen quite easily under experimental conditions. To perform the experiment simply select a healthy brick wall, with a good runup, and, lowering your head, charge.
The colour that flashes in bursts behind your eyes, behind the pain, just before you die, is infra-black.
I’ve read works of both Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, but I’d be hard pressed to liken this to any of their other books. It’s clear that the positive literary aspects of both authors are showcased in Good Omens. It’s more formal than Terry Pratchett’s usual works and funnier than Neil Gaiman’s. I wish more than anything that they’d teamed up again and written at least one more novel because this is, and always will be, one of my absolute favourite novels.