It’s 1857. Dexter James, an itinerant demonologist, comes to Titusville, Pennsylvania, where he’s sure there must be a lot of demon-possessed people in the backwash of the recent oil rush. He has trouble getting business at first, until he performs a miracle of healing (to his surprise) and becomes a huge success; then he crashes on his own hubris. Meanwhile, he falls in love with a local prostitute, who helps him find his true destiny.

That’s a brief, bare=bomes outline of Stephen Kanicki’s There Are No Saints, which could be classed as Christian fantasy, I suppose, or at any rate religious fantasy. There was a certain amount of creativity in the writing, and the characters showed some genuine depth and development. The ending of the book, I must admit, moved me.

However, I didn’t really like it. The writing style was not outstanding (a number of homophone errors), and the diction was purely 21^st Century. No effort was made whatever to make the narrative read like one that could conceivably have been written in the 19^th Century.

And speaking of the time setting, it was never explained why Dex had what seemed to be Viagara pills to distribute, or how he knew the 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous almost a century before they were composed. I was looking for some kind of time travel plot element, but there was none.

And, as a doctrinaire Christian, I don’t accept the theology expressed in the book. It’s syncretist, saying that all religions are really the same: all about love. Which means Jesus Christ and His Cross were unnecessary, and it’s all good works.

So, in aggregate, I don’t personally recommend There Are No Saints. But you might find it amusing. Cautions for some foul language.