Penguin Books, 2010
The Book of Genesis, New York City on December 23, 1999, The Book of Enoch, seduction, studies in Paris during the 1940s, Biblical nephilim, and God’s fallen angels. There’s more. A young orphan nun, the myth of Orpheus and his lyre, a handsome art historian who falls for the nun, the beginning of evil in the world and how it continues. Oh my. This story is the combining of myth, lore, and a spattering of real-life history and science crammed into the space of nineteen very sleepless hours.
What happens if all of the Bible and myth is literal? What happens if the fallen angels of Genesis have lost their groove and now walk among us, with names like Percival? What if they have been leading the course of history since the beginning, right through WWII, and are now ready to reclaim their superiority over all humankind with the unwitting help of orphan nun Evangeline? Everyone is off and running for what is believed to be the sustenance of the universe, and the key to the fallen angels’ power, Orpheus’s lyre.
Only the worldwide secret society of angelologists are ready and able to outwit the angels. Only they know there is a crises facing the world if the lyre falls into the wrong hands. With the secret philanthropic help of none other than the borrowed from real life, Abigail Rockefeller, and the skills of a nun named Mother Innocenta, do the angelologists visit where it all started, the Rhodope Mountains in Bulgaria.
The story changes scenery and place like a well choreographed movie designed to keep everyone riveted and in the storyteller’s control. There’s a respectable amount of research in Trussoni’s work mixed with another respectable amount of imagination and clipped story telling that progresses with a fever. The twisting together of myth, Bible, and last century history is deft enough to carry a story. There’s adequate character development to make even the bad guys a little bit good, though there is occasionally too much repetition, and a distracting indifference to time and human need to sleep. I was urging someone to please crack up under the pressure, but everyone was cool, real cool. Entertained enough to read this book at a faster than usual pace, I was also tired at the end when it seemed purposely dragged out for Hollywood effect, had too many loose ends, and nobody but me was tired.
In the end, atop piles of dead bodies, human, angelic, and inhuman, Angelology is the story of the young, previously innocent Evangeline discovering her heritage and herself. What will she do next?