...And The Survivors Were Named Adam & Eve

So I'm going through the piles of books spread out around my desk, and I end up looking at Mr. Golightly's Holiday, a Salley Vickers novel about a writer who comes to an English village and (I'm about to spoil the ending for you) is gradually revealed as God, culminating in a lengthy philosophical discussion with the devil--neither of them being directly named, of course, so we get descriptions like "his old rival" and "the figure with destroyed starlight for eyes." And my reaction to all this is, frankly, surprise that a plot seed that ought to be on the science fiction cliché list found success packaged as literature. On the other hand, fantasy writer Charles de Lint liked it well enough, though another SF reviewer was slightly less kind. So it might simply be a case of a book simply not being my cup of tea--personally, when it comes to stories about God in the modern world, I've always preferred the first Oh, God! movie, or the Godhead trilogy of James Morrow.