Franklin pulls out the stops for his second novel. This is an over the top comic nightmare combining Peckinpah and Leone movies (leaning more toward the comic absurdity of Leone with the brutality of bloody Sam intact), Old Testament (esp. Sodom & Gomorrah), David Lynch, horror movies, southern Gothic, and Cormac McCarthy with the volume turned up to eleven. Witches, madmen, rabies, machine guns, relentless gore and violence, scatological references, zombies, insane religious cults, crazed animals, and a group of Christian vigilantes in a series of events that twist and congeal into a clever plot that would be unpalatably grim if it wasn’t so relentlessly hilarious. Whatever planet you are beaming this stuff from Mr. Franklin, keep it up.