PZ Myers read Eagleton, and
was not impressed. He was particularly unimpressed by "Ditchkins":
There was a part of O'Hehir's review that I could scarcely believe, and was even more astounded that O'Hehir thought it was clever: Eagleton invents an antagonist. He is specifically writing this book as a rebuttal to Dawkins and Hitchens and Dennett and all those other rowdy atheists, and while he does address some of their arguments directly (and poorly), he has also created this composite character he calls "Ditchkins". Ditchkins is a straw man, a dummy he can flog without fear of reply, and without worry that someone might actually find that his description of Ditchkins views is a caricature, because Ditchkins doesn't exist.
It's a bit disconcerting. There is a fine literary tradition in having a Simplicio foil to bounce ideas off of in a rhetorical exercise, but this one goes off the rails quickly. We'll have a section of the essay in which Eagleton is discussing some idea by Dawkins, for instance, and then suddenly he's telling us that "Ditchkins thinks…" or "Ditchkins believes…" or "Ditchkins says…" — it's rather creepy and more than a little cowardly. After all, Dawkins might be able to speak up and say that no, he doesn't think that…but Ditchkins never will. Ditchkins exists only to absorb abuse.
Ditchkins is a central figure in this book, and seems to have about as much reality to Eagleton as Jesus — at least, he seems to be mentioned about as often. One of the most tedious aspects of the book is the way poor uncomplaining Ditchkins is constantly dragged out for a flogging, a torture that lacks even the visceral thrill of a little blood and suffering, since Ditchkins bears his torment without even a squeak. Apparently, we're supposed to be impressed with the way Eagleton grunts with effort and sprays sweat around as he wields his whip. I wasn't; he's playing a futile game.
The full review is worth reading.