SPOILERSWell, here's the thing, this is a Heinlein novel written after his trans ischemic attack. He did get weird (weirder?) about sex after that incident and every fan knows it can be difficult to read his later works (unless that is your kind of thing.) Still this one is much gentler about that than To Sail Beyond the Sunset, or The Number of the Beast.Now...Well, here's the thing, this is a Heinlein novel written after his trans ischemic attack. He did get weird (weirder?) about religion after that incident and every fan knows it can be difficult to read his later works (unless that is your kind of thing.) Still this one is much LESS GENTLE about that than The Number of the Beast, or Stranger in a Strange Land.The narrator of the novel is a hypocrite, a preacher who has turned into a self-satisfied professional religious fundraiser who knows the money he raises does no good for anyone at all. He's okay with that since he knows he was a mediocre preacher. Many Heinlein novels feature rapid transition from world to world, by time machine, by space ship, et cetera. This time the transition is "by religion." The narrator and his so-perfect-she-might-as-well-be-a-robot mistress (aka another incarnation of Ginny) are flung through a number of weird situations that force them to become menial workers in a series of alternate Americas while trying to get to Kansas. (There's never a tornado around when you want one.) Then the Rapture comes and he is taken up. He even becomes a Saint with some CPO type status in a Heaven organized like the US Military. (Anyone who reads Heinlein will recognize this setting.) Then he gets himself kicked out because his mistress isn't in Heaven after all. Hell turns out to be a nicer place with better climate and society. (This isn't a surprise either, is it?) And Satan is a lot more helpful than the angels who didn't fall.NOBODY unfamiliar with Heinlein will be the least surprised by this book's world view. And it was written by a lazy Heinlein who didn't feel like even pretending to use his slide rule for us. Actually, he may have used what he learned writing science fiction for fifty years to write something like Biblical fiction! The book may also have been a gift to the many Pagan friends we know he acquired through the years. Go Odin-eers! But it still contains an unusual adventure. I wanted to read it again after some thirty years, but I can't see picking it up again in thirty years more. It's fiction. Heavy on the religious arguments. Perhaps lacking in sympathetic characters. You won't really like Alec, you won't really believe Marga. St. Peter is a good guy who keeps Coca-Cola on ice in Heaven. The Satan in this book is a Texan car salesman! Really! But. JOB is NOT science fiction. Glory Road was better SF (and a better book) by a long shot, and it barely qualifies as SF. If you're a thinker, this won't challenge your views on religion. If you're easily offended, then it might offend them. (I don't think many seriously Christian SF readers get this far into the RAH catalog, anyway.)Bob was showing off his sharp memories of his boyhood indoctrination in the Old Time Religion. There's a lot of simultaneous Bible-bashing and Bible-quoting. Bob was digging into the hypocrites who use religion to make money. Bob was happy to talk in depth, now and then, about long-legged Odin-worshipping pagan blondes. Now that's a thing we've always known he liked to think about. Bob was like Mark Twain, saying, "I'll take Heaven for Climate and Hell For Society." The narrator like Adam says paradise is where Eve is, whether the sweat on the brow comes from digging furrows or washing dishes. It's nice that RAH believed in true love but he didn't portray it believably in JOB.