Review:
"He sits in the woods holding her hand." This sentence is the first of many clever ploys that make this book a stand-out among serial-killer novels. You could say it's just one gimmick after another -- missing body parts, lipstick on corpses, sexual obsessions, implications of incest, reek of rotting flesh in a shabby motel room, small children trying pathetically to be brave -- and yet as shameless as Martin is, you'll give him credit for pulling it off with panache. I recommend that you try your darndest to figure out the mystery, too; the answer is deeply weird.
From Library Journal:
Certainly not for the squeamish, this taut, gripping, and bloody thriller details the mad ravings of a warped personality. After seven years in prison, Philip confronts someone from his past, tortures her wealthy husband, and demands money. The following day, when the woman reports her husband's gory "suicide," policeman Theodore Camel, astute but just marking time, suspects something more. As the plot alternates between the ex-con's depraved psychosexual fantasies and Camel's perserverance, tension takes hold, shaking the reader with the possible reality of it all. Scary.
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