On reading the synopsis of A Codex for Gnostics, the novel Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman came to mind. Gnostics promised to be a humourous and pithy account of universal and heavenly struggles.
However, despite Eagle being an incredibly talented writer who showcases their knowledge of a plethora of ancient subjects and scripture, Gnostics is a piece of literature which tries too hard. From the prologue which reads like a mouthful of vowels to the convoluted storyline of Dex as the story progresses, Eagle’s talent was not enough to assuage the feeling that the novel is an attempt at being clever, funny and original whilst continuously undermining itself.
Humorous moments were ruined by the question – What is going on here? Because the chapter before, both characters and the reader were on a completely different plane.
Good storytelling was offset miserably by not necessarily knowing what the actual story was and where it was going.
Eagle’s attempt to cite this, that, and the other overwhelmed any feelings I may have had towards main characters and so forth.
Thus, although it may be an absolute giggle for some; for me, Eagle bit off more than they could chew and so the novel became lost within itself, leaving the reader without a clear resolution or even an explanation for what the point behind Dex’s involvement even was.
I write about love, lust, struggle, survival, fickle things, dreams and the stars. And anything in between. You can read more of my writing at My Screaming Twenties
I released my debut collection of poetry and prose in May 2019, Between the Trees which is available to buy, below. I am currently working on my second collection.
Between the Trees: