Lord of Light
Author: Roger Zelazny
Release Date: 1967
I nearly quit reading this book three times. The first was around page 75, the second was around page 150 and the third was around page 250. I stuck with it out of a goal to finish all the Hugo and Nebula award winners, but at no point did I enjoy reading this book. Having read one of the other nominees for the 1968 Hugo award (“The Einstein Intersection” by Samuel R. Delany) I can say with some confidence that that was a terrible year for science fiction.
The plot of “Lord of Light” is about a society where Hindu gods and a system of Karma are the norm, and people are elevated into deity roles if they have some attribute that is basically a psychic power (pyrokinetic, death stare, and electromagnetism among those mentioned). All of these Gods have used technology to assert their dominance over the rest of the people from their capital of Heaven, and demand that technology remains pre-renaissance for their people (I gathered this from reading the back of the book, as the book itself is not nearly as clear regarding the pre-Godhood ascension). This despite the fact that any character that dies in the book is likely to reappear in a different body, with a different gender or be transmitted to some other consciousness. The whole thing had similar contradictions that seemed to only make sense as a way for the author to create this world. One God/man, Sam, Siddhartha, Maitreya, Mahasamatman, the Lord of Light, twenty other freaking names (which is common for most characters as they switch bodies) is either a God or a Man, and leads the struggle against the Gods, either resurrected by his own will or by his followers. Also present are demons, who could be aliens or subjugated humans (Christians?). I’m not even sure if this is supposed to take place on Earth or not and I’m not going to bother spending more time on this book looking it up online.
The writing style itself was also unpleasant. The author had a habit of starting chapters off with two characters and try to spend several pages in conversation before identifying who was present or which one was talking. Then once they were revealed, there would often be two more pages of rapid fire dialogue with no additional identifications for the the reader, who must depend on their memory of which character was delivering each boring monologue. I much preferred Zelazny’s other award winner, “This Immortal,” but that’s not saying much.