I found nothing striking, subversive or even interesting about the main narrator character. Nothing about the circumstances of Frank’s life made me understand or empathize with the cruel violence and psychopathy toward animals and children.
A lot of this book is sold on shock value, but I didn’t find myself ever so repulsed as to come around again to being allured, like a macabre carnival sideshow. There’s no je ne sais quoi. I mostly just wanted these characters to get the hell away from me.
It’s bad punk rock, like the Pistols wearing swastikas
by C_The_Bear