Everyone got too much. An orgy of paper and refined white sugar. On the way to Las Vegas, I finished reading His Dark Materials. The press has made much ballyhoo about the author’s being an atheist. The book is not atheistic; it’s heretical. There’s a big difference. The author is what he is, the book is what it is. I think what’s pissed the fundies off so bad is the main characters kill YHWH on accident, and His death is, to the plot, nothing more than an afterthought.