I recently finished reading Calculating God by Robert Sawyer, and I have to say I didn’t much like it.

I bought it because I was stoked at the idea of reading a “sci-fi” piece that was, at the very least, religion-friendly. I got instead a one-dimensional book (the entire story f0cused on one set of characters, the one “sub-plot,” if I’m not grossly misusing the word in this case, was told in fewer than five pages) in which the author thoroughly lamed out in the end with a finite, locatable intelligence turning out to be God!

While I enjoyed the author’s attempt to use science to explain the impossibility of our existence, I really felt like he lamed out at the end with that God-as-big-black-obelisk thing.