I think it’s perfectly possible to explain how the universe came about without bringing God into it, but I don’t know everything, and there may well be a God somewhere, hiding away. Actually, if he is keeping out of sight, it’s because he’s ashamed of his followers and all the cruelty and ignorance they’re responsible for promoting in his name. If I were him, I’d want nothing to do with them.
His Dark Materials is a trilogy that tackles the theory of parallel worlds, and more importantly, it parallels the present Church and Religion. The movie adaptation was an extremely watered down version of the real Golden Compass, and did not give it justice at all, so I hope potential readers won’t base the quality of the books on the horrible film.
The story follows Lyra Belacqua and her daemon Pan and their journey across parallel worlds and their involvement in the conflict between Authority, Metatron and the Angels.
His Dark Materials is not a mainstream trilogy, but definitely has a huge strong following of intelligent readers. It’s one of the best trilogies I’ve read. It’s interesting how Pullman was able to personify organized religion in such a way, that you’re not explicitly told of it, but it’s there. It’s evidently there. The story doesn’t attack the Church itself, instead it shows how some established institutions use their power and influence to oppress and control people. How institutions impose beliefs, rules, and limitations to its subjects by masking their actions with glorious promises.
His Dark Materials is definitely a must-read, though not for the narrow-minded. It can definitely make you ask some questions, perhaps even instill doubt in your faith, but it’s a great trilogy, and I highly recommend it.
ll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you… We’ll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams… And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they wont’ just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we’ll be joined so tight…
—The Amber Spyglass