The inhabitants of a Greek village, ruled by the Turks, plan to enact the life of Christ in a mystery play but are overwhelmed by their task. A group of refugees, fleeing from the ruins of their plundered homes, arrive asking for protection – and suddenly the drama of the Passion becomes reality.
This could easily be a very short review. There are only two novels that made my cry my heart out. The History of Love and this one. By cry my heart out I mean I had to stop reading because I couldn’t read anymore, my vision was blurry because of the tears in my eyes. That kind of good, that kind of wonderful writing.
I believe that Christ Recrucified is is not so much a religious novel, but more about human nature. What happens to us does not create us, only reveals our inner most selves. It is a novel about greed and envy and how distorted our perceptions of reality, of morality, and our own self-conduct can become because of that.
No matter what you believe in, I highly recommend reading this novel. It might make you understand suffering a bit better, how a true dark night of the soul, and how blessed we are to be living in the kind of society that we live in right now.
Kazantzakis is arguably the best Greek writer ever to have lived, and this novel is a testimony to his undeniable mastery of storytelling.
You’d have to be a rotten bastard to read this novel and feel nothing at all for the characters that inhabit it.