"Behold the Man by Michael Moorcock" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)

Anybody who has read The Passover Plot will see what is
going on here quickly enough. This story won the Nebula
award in its category. It deals with a man who travels
through Time in search of the Christ. He is, in a very strange
way, successful in his quest. On first reading, if you're of the
Christian persuasion, this story may seem blasphemous and
irreverent. Well, maybe it is. Maybe the author is an icono-
clast. Say that. Then again, maybe you're an atheist, and a
sophisticated one, and you might say that the author is kick-
ing a dead dog. Say that. Christian or atheist, though, if these
be your initial reactions, consider the story a bit more closely.
it may just be that both reactions are wrong.
Michael Moorcock is a wondrous man, twice the size of
any of us, with a beard like Father Time and the ability to
practically kill himself for that which he loves and believes
in. He edits the British periodical New Worlds, which has
been the vehicle for some very fine tellings since he took it
over. He is a good editor, and a man who would literally give
you his shirt, if you were to stop him on the street and
demonstrate that you really needed it. He is a professional
human being. What more can I say? Plenty. I've met Michael
Moorcock a couple times, and because of this I know what I
am saying when I say that there are very few people who
could spend an afternoon with him and not come away liking
him.
Read his story very carefully, please.

BEHOLD THE MAN

Michael Moorcock

He has no material power as the god-emperors had; he has
only a following of desert people and fishermen. They tell
him he is a god; he believes them. The followers of Alex-
r;s Nebula Award, Best Novella 1967
ander said: "He is unconquerable, therefore he is a god.'
The followers of this man do not think at all; he was theil
act of spontaneous creation. Now he leads them, this mad-
man called Jesus of Nazareth.
And he spoke, saying unto them: Yeah verily I was Kari
Glogauer and now I am Jesus the Messiah, the Christ.
And it was so.

The time machine was a sphere full of milky fluid in which
the traveler floated, enclosed in a rubber suit, breathing
through a mask attached to a hose leading to the wall of the
machine. The sphere cracked as it landed and the fluid
spilled into the dust and was soaked up. Instinctively,
Glogauer curled himself into a ball as the level of the liquid