Written by Wayne Macauley
Maybe sympathy isnít the right word, but Macauley definitely seems to expect readers to care about these characters in some way that I donít. Six of them are introduced at once, with their jobs, a physical description and whichever of the other characters they have their relationship with. Itís neatly done for what it is, but it is a bad idea. I remember exactly one characterís name and physical description. I canít remember her job or who she was heterosexual with though, because human beings are not actually designed to remember infodumps, no matter how competently executed they may be. Thatís the frustrating thing about this novel. Itís well-written and filled with things that could be fascinating, but it ultimately failed to make me care.
A big problem is its themes. One of them seems to be that people are miserable and discontented no matter where they go or how much money they have. Speaking from personal experience, that is not true. Another theme would be that the world is a screwed-up place. Well, and I donít use this word lightly, duh. I am not denying that people in the position of these characters can be unhappy with society, but their unhappiness does not involve society denying their humanity, so if you are in that latter position it will be very hard to care.
Another theme is attacking capitalism. Critique of capitalism is hardly new since Karl Marx was pointing out capitalism sucked at the same time he was pointing out it existed. And, yes, it is an awful, irredeemable system that kills people on a daily basis, and itís not even self-sustaining. But instead of trying to offer a viable alternative, Demons just says that Stalin proved there is no alternative, woe is us. I think itís childish to point out that something blatantly terrible is terrible if you donít have any ideas for improving it.
One of the stories the characters tell involves a teenage girl who is allergic to everything ďartificialĒ. The story obliquely mentions her having regular sex. You know what is a surprisingly common allergy? Latex. And no, sheís not in a position to be using any other form of birth control, even if you can think of one that doesnít come under the nebulous category of ďartificialĒ. The fact that this subject is never mentioned is something I am going to blame on a sadly common blind-spot; those without wombs seem almost eager to forget what wombs are capable of.
Also, Macauley doesnít use speech marks, which is pointless, pretentious and makes the reading experience more difficult.
Although I didnít hate this novel, I donít think it tells a story that anyone young and/or disenfranchised can truly appreciate. The themes wonít be meaningful to you unless you are a discontented, white, middle-aged, middle-class, tediously heterosexual person.