Gregory’s pulpy debut novel takes place in a world where demonic possession is both commonplace and hotly debated, and follows one man’s struggle with his (literal) inner demon in a story that combines elements of horror, alternate history and magic realism.
The novel’s America is much like ours, with the key difference being that people are regularly possessed by demons—or are they? Scientists and religious leaders alike disagree on what exactly causes people to act out in strange ways. Jungians, big in this world, believe that possessions are manifestations of the collective unconscious. Whatever they are, they’re a serious pain for Del Pierce, who as a child was possessed by an entity known as the Hellion, a sort of Dennis-the-Menace-on-steroids, and has since been able keep it at bay, for the most part. When a car accident jostles the demon, Del decides to get rid of it once and for all, an arduous process that brings him in contact with all manner of strange characters, including punk-rock exorcist Mother Mariette, and eventually to a dark secret about the nature of demons themselves. Gregory’s storytelling is punchy and economical. The tale is mostly told from Del’s perspective, with occasional interludes expounding on the history of demons. The author integrates his fictional characters with real people in ways both humorous (O.J. Simpson uses the “possession defense” in his murder trial) and weirdly touching (Philip K. Dick is kept alive by being possessed by the manifestation of one of his own characters). The plot zips along quickly, although it runs into a few narrative dead ends, and the exploration of pulp and comic-book tropes is reminiscent of latter-day Stephen King, only less ponderous. The confused, abrupt ending is the only real letdown.
A promising first effort that demonstrates Gregory’s ability to synthesize scraps of pop culture into a compelling, original story.