It is what it says on the tin, a re-telling
of the tales of Norse myth from the point of view of Loki. A thoroughly post-modern, and
increasingly disagreeable Loki at that. He spends far too much time whining about how it
isnt his fault, when its entirely obvious that it is. But, that too, is part
of the character. Youd really expect him to figure it out, but he never does; his
character never really develops, which is possibly the point the gods are
archetypes and cannot change.
As for the book, its an enjoyable and cleverly written romp through
mythology, with a number of laugh-out-loud moments. You know how its all going to
end, only you dont, and frankly I think the ending is the weakest part of the story,
with a throwaway last line that simply doesnt work, for me at least. Its not
the only problem. There are a number of references to Pandemonium which I had
thought was Greek myth, until I looked it up, and discovered that it was coined by Milton
for Paradise Lost. So, not Norse. Bragi, the god of poetry, is depicted as
playing a lute
which is also not Norse! If he did play stringed instrument, it would
be a harp or a lyre (yes really, they found one at Sutton Hoo, admittedly Anglo-Saxon, but
at least the right period).
There are lots of other irritating anachronisms, such as calling someone a
"septic tank" when "cesspit" would have done just as well. Even the
title really doesnt fit. This is not a gospel, it is not any kind of good news;
its a legend, or more accurately a mythopoeia.
So some pluses for entertainment value and writing skill, but a number of
minuses for jarring anachronisms, and Ill rate it a C+.