This book is weird. Heartbreaking and distressing, sure, but also very personal, bizarre, and weird - for a horror novel, that is. It feels more like a soul-revealing memoir than a standard horror tale: someone named Gage Greenwood narrates it and is the book's main character, speaking in first-person, telling of his move to Ohio from Rhode Island. This decision, though bold if not outright impulsive for his character, proves to be disastrous for all concerned, especially Gage himself.
Gage considers himself a failure. He's surprised when good things happen to him. He expects the universe to throw him a curveball whenever things seem to brighten up. He's intelligent, dedicated and creative - but also lazy, lacks ambition, and can't handle success. Fed up with his life in Rhode Island (an especially upsetting episode with his alcoholic mother triggering his moving away), he goes to Mansfield, OH where he manages to make friends - people living on the margins, but people he likes and who like him in turn. He even manages to hook up with April, one of the women in his friend group, while enjoying the close friendship of another, the eccentric Cassie.
When Cassie decides to fix a bus and travel away, Gage refuses to join her. He's already in financial trouble, living in his car. Cassie invites everyone to a hike as a last outing of all the friends together, and, well, everything falls apart. While on the hike, the group encounters a local urban legend, Puffin' Billy. He turns out to be a sort of spectral parasite, a kind of demonic ghost possessing people one by one, and forcing them to kill each other one victim per week. He's a powerful entity, practically impossible to get rid of, a natural force invading the friends' daily life, and destroying everything good and valuable in their lives.
From that point on, the book tries to balance the memoir aspect with a harrowing slasher tale, a story of murder, betrayal, distrust, and loss of control. Friendships go to the dogs; hope gives way to anguish, gloom, and misery. Former friends try to outwit each other; plan ahead in case next week is their turn; and Gage himself has to face both this new supernatural reality and his slow descent into increasing paranoia and existential loneliness.
The ending bleeds ambiguity and desperation. There's a hint of hope, drowned in self-doubt and spiritual isolation. It's an unconventional, heavily emotional yet weird ending, more fitting a bizarre metaphysical conspiracy tale than a horror novel.
"We Are All Dead Anyway" is a surreal horror book, not recommended as a jumping point for Greenwood's work - or so I believe. If you enjoy deeply personal, confessional fiction, the book unquestionably fits this vibe. If you enjoy slashers and urban legends, it's a definite page-turner. I love both genres so I eagerly recommend it!
P.S. If someone can explain to me the choice of chapter titles, be my guest!