"Job: A Comedy of Justice"

Job: A Comedy of Justice (Robert Heinlein)

Here's another book I feel like I might be missing the boat on. I tried, but this book is just a little too slow-moving for me. It starts out with a interesting premise - the hero, on a Carribean cruise, is egged on to walk on hot coals, and he takes a snootful of smoke and passes out at the end. When he wakes up, he's in another dimension; Although he is himself, everything else has changed, from his name to the political and societal context of western civilization.
The problem is that then nothing happens for fifty pages. The world that the author has left has a fundamentalist North America, and the one that he has come into more resembles our own, and the hero's fish out of water routine gets old fast - I get it, he drinks a lot and people don't wear as much clothing. By the time I was on page 60, having read 50 straight pages of the author experiencing this wonder you humans call al-co-hol, I came to another interesting situation: The hero had a million dollars in his shipboard safe deposit box, apparently meant for a transaction on one of the islands. However, this is resolved rather anti-climactically, and then the author's back to leering at women and drinking. At this point I put the book down and moved on to something else.

Grade: Not Applicable, since since I didn't finish the book.