December 8, 2011 by markstani
In Donald Ray Pollock’s pitch dark debut novel, The Devil All The Time (pub. Harvill Secker), Arvin Eugene Russell trawls home through the Appalachian badlands on a thankless mission to make sense of the world he’s been raised in: a world of serial killers, fire-and-brimstone preachers and human sacrifices. It’s not for the faint-hearted, but Pollock is a master at making his crazy cast of characters tick. Read the full review here.
Then Roy hopped back up to the altar, reached under Brother Theodore’s wheelchair, and brought out a gallon jar. Everyone leaned forward a bit on the benches. A dark mass seemed to be boiling inside it. Someone called out, “Praise God,” and Brother Roy said, “That’s right, my friends, that’s right.”He held up the jar and gave it a violent shake. “People, let me tell you something,” he went on. “Before I found the Holy Ghost, I was scared plumb to death of spiders.”