If a thirteen year old dead girl in Hell stops a rampaging Godzilla-sized demon by sexually pleasuring it, would you consider that necrophilia, bestiality or kiddie porn? 
 I'm not sure either, but these are the kind of questions that can come up when you read a Chuck Palahniuk novel. 
 Madison is the very smart but overweight daughter of a rich and famous Hollywood power couple that finds herself dead and in Hell after experimenting with marijuana. Turns out that all the whacko Christian fundamentalists were right after all, and it's very easy to wind up downstairs after you kick the bucket. (Apparently we should all lay off our car horns and using the F-word in conversation.) 
 While Hell is very dirty and pretty gross, Madison finds herself some friends that form a Breakfast Club-type group, and she uses her Hell-job as a telemarketer to spread the word that being dead isn't all that bad. 
 This one follows the standard Palahniuk set-up. We've got a main character who finds themselves in bizarre circumstances telling us a story that eventually explains how they ended up there. Along the way, he takes his usual shots at materialism and celebrity culture while throwing in some tremendously gross and shocking tidbits. There's some of his usual twisted humor and clever observations about the hypocrisy of people in general as well as the ways we try to deny that we're all eventually going to be taking a dirt nap. 
 Damned seems wildly unfocused though. A lot of time is spent on the Breakfast Club set-up and then it's almost immediately dropped. Also, this Hell seems kind of weak. Sure people get eaten by demons and have jobs as telemarketers and providing content for web porn, but I was expecting Palahniuk to really deliver on the whole eternal torment thing. Meh. Even his attempts at the gross out like hills of discarded fingernail clippings or a sea of sperm seem kind of listless and half-hearted. 
 It also felt like Palahniuk couldn't really decide on an ending and in the last quarter of the book, Madison cycles through several personas and shifting attitudes about her life and death. There's a couple of revelations late in the game that just confuse everything even more. 
 The book ends on a To Be Continued note. I'm not sure whether Palahniuk was being serious about that or not, but I don't have a urge to read any more of this story if he does carry on with it.