Here’s a story, and please forgive me if you’ve heard it before: A group of enviably tanned people wander around the desert for a long, long time, convinced they’ve been sent by God to do … well, something good. There are lots of strange animals in the mix, and characters whose beauty is often undone by an excessive brashness.
It’s a filthy, painful, can’t-look-away sort of tale, though there’s a vague undertone of salvation. But, really, it seems impossible that the people will ever actually get out unscathed. All because somewhere, early on, long before most of them were alive, an ancestor sinned and mucked it up for everyone.
