The Fire Gospels

by Mike Magnuson

Book Overview

The Fire Gospels takes place in the McCutcheon River Valley in Wisconsin during a long-standing drought. Through characters like Grady McCann, a hardworking maintenance man at an old folks' home; his wife, Erica, a strangely evangelic Catholic; and Lucky Littlefield, the local weatherman turned preacher who enjoins his viewers to "pray for rain" at the beginning of each broadcast, The Fire Gospels tells in vivid detail the story of the drought and...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0060930101
• ISBN13: 9780060930103
• Release Date: June 1999
• Publisher: Harper Perennial
• Length: 268 Pages
• Weight: 0.50 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.7" x 5.3" x 8.0"

Customer Reviews

The Fire Gospels

I'd remarked one or two chapters in that THE FIRE GOSPELS was 'very pro-Christian.' I didn't mean that in a derogatory or sardonic sense, but boy did I eat my words anyway. In some ways, it reminded me very much of Sheri Reynolds' THE RAPTURE OF CANAAN as well as THE SCHOOL OF BEAUTY AND CHARM (whose author currently escapes me). Similar veins of middle class Christians struggling with harsh dosages of reality.Mike Magnuson's THE FIRE GOSPELS is very harsh indeed, and lambasts any assumption I made (and shouldn't have made) judging by the first few chapters that it had anything to do with belief. Rather, it slaps you in the face with the degradation of belief, the destruction of faith. I am left, having just finished the book, feeling empty and raw. THE FIRE GOSPELS is quite thought-provoking and may not be exactly what you first think.

Good, more.

I agree with our reader friend from McCutcheon; the book is a tad on the short side. It strikes me that there is a lot going on in the text, maybe more than Magnuson was fully prepared to handle. Some of the thematic elements could have used a little more development. Overall, however, I believe that this story, a story about a couple facing marital issues and a town possesed and lead by a charismatic weather man who attains televangelist-style esteem, is one of a gothic and primeval nature set in a land sterotypically seen as a place of ham, cheese, and beer, hey.The pending naturtal disaster which carries the story is, in concept, much like the work of main-stream novelists such as King or Chrichton. The difference is that Magnuson knows how to write -- and well. His treatment of the craft, on a level defined by the enjoyability of each individual sentence, is one which shows that the text itself is only a cloudy hint at the literary genius he could one day unleash on us.Largely, this book is one that you could read quickly and enjoy, but is one worth reading slightly more slowly and marvelling at the time put into the formation of each line of text.

Mike Magnuson is the Man.

Having had Mike Magnuson as a prof @ Mankato State for the Comp 102 class, I had the opportunity to read a segment of "The Right Man for the Job" back when it was still entitled "The Cheese Stands Alone"...bought myself a copy as soon as it hit shelves. I picked up "The Fire Gospels" last night and read, literally, until I fell asleep. I'm only through the first 5 chapters, and I can't wait to get the f--k out of the office today and get back to this book. (Hey Mike! I wound up switching from Computer Science to Creative Writing!)

When the World's On Fire

Add to the register of explosive literary subgenres a new category exclusively for Mike Magnuson's latest novel The Fire Gospels: Wisconsin Gothic. Magnuson blends dark, dark comedy (a town's spiritual leader is its TV weatherman) with apocalyptic fantasy (a meteorite sparks a devastating, city-swallowing fire) and very real human drama (the workaday struggles of a beleaguered maintenance man and his acquaintances) to create a book perfect for our age of millennial anticipation/paranoia and its onslaught of mindless disaster films, nuke-testing crises, teen killing sprees, and televised suicides (coincidentally a key moment in Magnuson's first novel The Right Man For The Job).Magnuson seems to be asking, What would we be as we faced annihilation? Would we be heroes, as we, the opiated masses, like to pretend we would be while we lay around watching TV? Or would we be worms, looting convenience stores, hurting others, or ourselves in a game of dumb survival or surrender? Would we be sheep, clinging to "God's bosom as our pillow" like in the old Carter Family song "When the World's On Fire"? If I knew that a wall of fire was coming, or say, an earthquake or a nuclear bomb, would I confess my love to that girl I'd pass leisurely otherwise? Would I move to save my marriage? Would I hunt down my enemies? Would I help a stranger in need? These are some of the questions that the characters in The Fire Gospels ask themselves.The heroes in The Fire Gospels aren't the people preaching escapist hope, but the people who accept the world as it is, a place where "husbands beat their wives, wives beat their children, children beat their dogs, and the dogs howl at their screen windows, mournful trombone notes into the windy night." This is not a book for the naive or the blindly idealistic, because the characters in The Fire Gospels do what real people do: they curse, they lust, they pout, they depurify, they lie, they hate, they dread, and they love, however hopelessly. Some may! call this view bleak, but it is honest. And thus, we determine redemption according to The Fire Gospels: this world is bleak, but it is our home.The book is a stylistic showpiece, as various modes of linguistic flair battle it out like ships caught in a storm. It is as if Magnuson the composer, like his main character the Wisconsinian Everyman resisting society's attempts to define him with religion and TV and work, is staving off a myriad of influences in an act of (literary) self-definition. Among the many styles competing for dominance in The Fire Gospels, one picks up whiffs of Flannery O'Connor, Samuel Beckett, T.S. Eliot, Voltaire's Candide, William Faulkner, Albert Camus, Harry Crews, and of course, the rhetoric of the King James Bible and American evangelism. But what ultimately emerges is a style all Magnuson's own, a kind of poetic grit or edgy lyricism that lends itself to mournful, serpentine sentences with haunting, uncanny refrains. This book is the swiftest epic you wi

Magnuson is the pre-millenial King James

Mike Magnuson made a respectable splash with his debut novel, impressing many of the right people with Right Man For The Job. A wiser, safer man would follow-up with something similar. But Magnuson is not that man. Oh, he's smart despite the blue collar act he likes to put on, especially at the bar where he will hold forth savvily on the intricacies of Proust. Nonetheless, he wrote The Fire Gospels instead of Right Man II.But it proved to be a good gamble.One that, if there is any justice in the literary world, will pay big. For, at the very least, The Fire Gospels reveals a breadth and depth to a young writer that is as rare as poetic justice.Magnuson's apocalyptic follow-up is an irregular tale of irregular weather; perverse religious fervor; ironic love and unchecked lust in Wisconsin's McCutcheon River Valley, a place where farmers work at life doggedly and cheerfully, pausing only to gaze up at the northern lights on clear summer evenings. A place where folks shovel snow from the sidewalks, go to church on Sundays, and pinch their pennies for retirement. A place where Grady McCann, a comfortably married man, fixes sticky beds in a nursing home by day and visits his favorite watering hole by night, chatting about the fall of the Roman empire with Lennart, the portly and homosexual bartender, until his first opportunity to put the unimaginable "French Clamp" on a college co-ed named Kate. Things aren't quite as pastoral and pedestrian as they first appear.McCutcheon is jumping with folks gone crazy by a summer-long drought and desperately depending on the savior they've found in their southern-bred, Hawaiian shirt-wearing meteorologist. Lucky Littlefield appears nightly on the local cable news, predicting more sunny, cloudless days, and exhorting his parishioners to pray for rain. And they do. They tune-in religiously to pray with Lucky. They gather about town to pray. But the rain never comes.Instead, a massive and furious wall of fire rushes their way one Saturday morning, sweepi! ng down from the neighboring town where a falling star on a brittle field provided the spark that was waiting to happen. The rest of the novel is aflame with human scrambling for physical and emotional survival, until the twisted judgment, meted out by God and layman alike, seems the natural course of history.Magnuson is clearly having fun as he turns brimstone upon believers-much more fun than a Sunday morning sermon, though it ought to be taken seriously as a sermon. Magnuson tackles the big questions of truth, morality, and responsibility. But instead of preaching, Magnuson succeeds by creating a fantastic world of extremes, populated by players more characature than character, folks that are somehow both utterly quotidian and larger than life, even slightly cartoonish. Its expansiveness is its hook, serving to wake readers, force them to pay attention and notice something about the human race they wouldn't otherwise see. Things like our herd mentality. The sad,