Taking another look at Genesis, I notice how diverse the content really is. I see romance, murder, giants, a maritime zoo, and an ancient attempt to unite the world as one people. Toward the middle, I run across a multitude of sexual exploits the inclusion of which would have any other book banned by God-fearing folk, exploits such as … well, perhaps your imagination will do more justice to the text than will my keyboard.
At one point, I find a man who after running away from his brother finds himself in a dramedy of mistaken identity worthy of Shakespeare. Later, a young fool is sold into slavery by his brothers only to end up saving the lives of those brothers when he becomes the Big Cheese’s right hand man, along the way spending a stint in prison and snagging a gig as a dream interpreter.
And as I read these outrageous stories about outrageous people, I have to remind myself, “Self, this isn’t a collection of outrageous stories about outrageous people.” In fact, this is one story about one person (though he does sometimes refer to himself in the plural), and those outrageous people are merely bizarre supporting characters who’s tales weave themselves around this central figure.
Oh, and here is a dinosaur for your viewing pleasure.