I really need to be better about posting quickly after I finish a novel. Unless it falls into the Best Novel Ever category, I forget what I wanted to say before I write anything down. Once I hit this year’s quota, I might take a break from the writing part. Or not. We’ll see.
I decided to read The Devil All the Time because it sounded similar to stories and novels by Flannery O’Connor and Cormac McCarthy, at least in substance. I’m generally pretty bad at reading pop fiction, a category into which this novel definitely fits, though I didn’t have a hard time getting through this one. I think it’s a story that could easily have come from either O’Connor or McCarthy – and it’s certainly as gruesome.
The Devil All the Time is about various damaged people in terrible situations trying to survive. One is a young boy whose mother is dying of cancer. His father wants his mother to live so badly that he builds an alter in the woods behind his house and sacrifices animals (and one person), hanging them onto homemade crosses. Then there’s the couple who drives across the country picking up young male hitchhikers, raping and killing them. The storylines eventually converge.
I enjoyed this novel more than I thought I would. It’s better-written than I’d expect it to be, though I’d never heard of Donald Ray Pollock before, so I guess I didn’t know what to expect. The plot is well thought-out, and the style is good. Pollock wrote another novel that, I think, is somehow related to this one, called Knockemstiff (the name of a town that reminds me of a certain author who wrote a series of novels set in another town with a stupid name, though Knockemstiff really exists), and I think I might be interested enough to read it. We shall see.
