A curiously inventive after-Armageddon scenario is skilfully painted by M. B. Lemanski in his debut novel "The Flesh of Kings". This is a well crafted, highly imaginative and evocative novel, where all the descriptive elements nicely link to the main plot. Be prepared, however. The author's cutting use of satire will spring up and bite you when you least expect it.
The story is set in the near future--a world in which established cultural and economic sensibilities (read orthodoxy) are being overturned wholesale; replaced by new and radical ones. Then again, an all-out global bloodbath, incurring massive losses of biblical proportion, would tend to have that effect. Perhaps predictably, certainly not without historical precedent, resistance to post-war change comes chiefly from the very people that have been prayerfully anticipating precisely what seems to have finally come to pass: the timely arrival of the messiah--be it first go or encore.
But Janus Philio refuses to be type cast. In fact, he refuses to even call himself the Messiah, or Jesus Christ, Mahdi or the umpteenth Imam, et al. He does, however, rather presumptuously crown himself King of kings, taking up residence in Jerusalem to assume absolute global rule, getting down to tasks straight away--no Rapture, no pomp, no Judgment Day, no punishment. And, most distressingly of all, at least for some, no aristocracy on whom to shower the spoils. By the same token, he builds no palaces or temples, nor does he exploit his position to accumulate vast personal wealth. Instead, he orders all armies, even those loyal to the throne, to disarm and stand down ... forever. It all has to do with some aberrant nonsense about beating swords into ploughshares, and peacemakers being called the children of God; the meek inheriting the earth; Godless claptrap like that and more, putting religious certainty in something of a bind, unless Philio is just a pretender--the Antichrist. Besides, unless he plays ball, he can be replaced. Even the Lord of lords can't be allowed to wander too far off the reservation. Unfortunately for some people, when expectations fail, one Armageddon just isn't enough.
From the outset, Lemanski displays a huge imagination, ably interweaving numerous subplots, breathing life and perspective into all the personalities that fill the book. Starting with an all-too believable global holy war over Jerusalem's Temple Mount when the Dome of the Rock collapses, and ending with the run-up to a second Doomsday that reveals who the true antichrist was all along, Kings is an engaging read--even if not the easiest, because of its complexities--thanks to Lemanski's interesting, fluent and absorbing style; the kind of novel you just want to get a second "chapter" straight after finishing it; that one book you won't forget after closing the last page.