A really good premise that gets betrayed by its author's lack of a political vision or, it seems, a belief in anything at all. Underneath the gross-out violence and weird sex stuff is the real horror: bleak nihilism. The protagonist isn't even really motivated by an animalistic sense of self preservation, let alone a conviction in his values. I get that he's a target of the satire himself, but there's no counterpoint in this relentless horror show, which means there's no catharsis. At the end of the day, there's something supremely Gen X about the book's tone and thesis--in the face of fascism-turned-demonic apocalypse, it offers a shrug. 

(Aside from this, I find most of the book poorly plotted. Its underlying logic is inconsistent, from who gets brianwashed to what is lethal and what isn't.

The ~ambiguous~ ending--does Noah get baby ghost brainwashed and kill his family?--doesn't make sense when you consider the behavior of other affected people. How would he have made it all the way to New York instead of getting caught up in the blood orgy like everyone else seemed to?

It's a book in sore need of an editor to harness what works and shape it into something coherent.)