Wow this was a bad and unintelligent and entirely unsubtle novel. Demonic possession by way of a cheap Fox News knockoff--but somehow laden with bothsidesism, especially toward the end. Lots of graphic and gruesome violence that somehow ended up not really mattering, and a bunch of characters who were all various shades of implausibly unlikeable. The prose is pretty readable, all in all, at least when Chapman isn't trying to do some nation-scale apocalyptic riff on "all work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy." (The King rips are fricking blatant here, y'all, and really not at all well done.) I'd read another novel that seemed kinda mediocre but this one was outright a waste of my evening, which I just kept reading out of a kinda bloody-minded masochism (or maybe optimism) I guess, and I resent the book and I kinda hate myself.
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