You may be wondering where I’ve been on this one, and there’s a threefold answer. One is that I’ve been too busy with several projects, such as Hitler’s Christianity, to do any excess reading. The second is that Amazon Books fouled up my first order of Zealot. The third is that, given that everyone is panning this thing – even Richard Carrier – it just didn’t seem that urgent. In fact I’ll connect you to a review by David Marshall below.
Much has been made of Aslan’s lack of credentials, and it shows in the content. Aslan is clearly a spermologos (seed picker). Although he uses many scholarly sources, it is clear that he used them only to find what he wanted to hear. The bulk of Zealot is cast in a sort of breezy narrative style; the substance, such as it is, is in the Notes, where Aslan tries to justify his portraiture. Tries and fails, at least: It’s one of those deals where the author takes a lot for granted, and does little or nothing to consult, much less contradict, anyone with contrary findings And of course, there’s nothing new that Tekton hasn’t already covered in the past.
So yep, chalk it up as yet another “cheap Jesus book” to sit on at the dinner table.