The Devil All the Time by Donald Ray Pollock
Pollock began writing late in life. He lives in the Ohio back country where poverty, ignorance, and violence are the standard by which people live. His writing is concise, his subject matter macabre, and he has an eerie gift for capturing the strange world of outcasts, deranged and charismatic religious fanatics, and serial murderers. This novel, his first, is about as far away from the current American literary standard of smarmy postmodernism as you can get. He writes with grit, with heart, and with blood. And he doesn't flinch.
So the world shrinks drop by drop
As the wine goes to your head
Swollen angels point and laugh
This time your God is dead.
--David Sylvian Waterfront