Marie Phillips: Gods Behaving Badly

But that woman, Alice, is beloved of
Neil, an engineer who hasn't yet had the courage to confess his feelings. And
when the gods meddle in human affairs, it's a given that somebody is going to
have to go down to the underworld to straighten things out. Marie Phillips'
breezy debut novel, Gods Behaving Badly, starts off too quirky by half, in love with the
cleverness of its deities-among-us premise, but when Phillips switches to the
point of view of the humans, Alice and Neil, the book takes on a sweetness and
even poignancy reminiscent of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. These level-headed Brits spend
refreshingly little time flustered by the unlikeliness of their situation,
instead getting on with the business of exploring their new worlds with a
determined, practical air that perfectly sets off the gods' craziness.

For a hip, irreverent airplane read, Gods Behaving Badly sticks to the ribs surprisingly well. The love story at its heart, and
the heroism it inspires, is funny and heart-tugging, without off-putting
histrionics. And Phillips manages to shift the scenery enough, Virgil-like, to
keep the interesting revelations about the gods' place in the 21st-century
cosmos from running out halfway through. One could quibble with the likelihood
of any supernatural entities not understanding why their powers are diminishing
as worldviews come and go—have these gods read no children's books in the
past century?—but Phillips has produced a novel with wit and staying
power on her first try.