On my bad days, I am inclined to agree. None of these examples, by the way, is by an American evangelical, or even by an American. Frank E. Piretti's more recent novel, Piercing the Darkness , culminates in the failure of a would-be Antichrist to attain quite the necessary level of demonic possession. It, too, has a certain disarming charm, and unlike a fully apocalyptic novel, it allows for sequels. Robertson's Antichrist, regrettably, is colorless even by the undemanding standards of characterization in contemporary evangelical fiction.
Great villains deserve better.
Robertson's Antichrist is an American trust fund kid with a Jewish mother who sells himself to the devil while working for the Peace Corps in India. As his career progresses, he is more and more possessed by Satan. You can tell, because his eyes go all demonic during television addresses. By the time he rules the world, he can do little more than rave in his palace in the rebuilt city of Babylon, pausing only to execute fresh batches of Christians. How are the wicked fallen.