Jared

From page one it was the worst book I had ever read. At first I was going to finish it with the hope that it would get better. Eventually it got to a point where I finished this out of spite.

Entirely pointless book. A bad spiritual successor to Saw, horrible writing in every aspect, and just pure shock value for the sake of shock value. Aron Beauregard cannot write children.

Don’t waste your time. It’s not even disturbing, it’s just gross. And not in a fun way either. There is something fundamentally wrong with you if you take pleasure in portraying or taking in violence against the most innocent.

The worst part about this was that the book randomly took a turn in an attempt to make you feel bad for the situation. You can’t do that. You have not earned sympathy, you cant suddenly act like this violence has weight to it when you revel in its goofiness.

I very rarely call any art worthless but this was worthless.

From page one it was the worst book I had ever read. At first I was going to finish it with the hope that it would get better. Eventually it got to a point where I finished this out of spite.

Entirely pointless book. A bad spiritual successor to Saw, horrible writing in every aspect, and just pure shock value for the sake of shock value. Aron Beauregard cannot write children.

Don’t waste your time. It’s not even disturbing, it’s just gross. And not in a fun way either. There is something fundamentally wrong with you if you take pleasure in portraying or taking in violence against the most innocent.

The worst part about this was that the book randomly took a turn in an attempt to make you feel bad for the situation. You can’t do that. You have not earned sympathy, you cant suddenly act like this violence has weight to it when you revel in its goofiness.

I very rarely call any art worthless but this was worthless.

I don't have much to say about this one. It was starting to grab me, but then she started eating people and all of the psychological manipulation just kinda went out the window. The first 200 pages or so are pretty awesome though, it's just a shame they through away all of the tension building for a rushed and rather pathetic ending.

Luckily, Kristopher would improve greatly in the next two years with Gone to See the River Man, a book that's paced perfectly and has a beautifully profound while still disturbing ending.

I don't have much to say about this one. It was starting to grab me, but then she started eating people and all of the psychological manipulation just kinda went out the window. The first 200 pages or so are pretty awesome though, it's just a shame they through away all of the tension building for a rushed and rather pathetic ending.

Luckily, Kristopher would improve greatly in the next two years with Gone to See the River Man, a book that's paced perfectly and has a beautifully profound while still disturbing ending.

I cannot believe how much I liked this.

This is my first “splatterpunk” or “extreme horror” book and I’m worried that I might have started with the best of the best.

I heard that this genre was full of the edgiest, lamest attempts at shock value for the sake of shock value. This was anything but.

Most of the horror her is purely psychological. It’s a family drama at heart. Very similar to Hereditary, in that we focus on a family crumbling through the vessel of a demonic tale. Don’t tell anyone I said this, but this book handles that concept WAY better.

This book is unrelenting. It will indeed go there, but it never feels undeserved. The reason this book works so well is because it earns its depravity. It’s not just a series of increasingly vile events, it very slowly builds to a revelation.

They pull the rug out from under you right when you start to sympathize with Lori. She is a bad person and the book slowly reveals that in some of the best usage of flashbacks Ive seen in writing.

The violence is definitely extreme, but it’s rare. A majority of this film’s horror comes from its analysis of what people are capable of. Lori is pure evil, but not in a villainous way. In a purely desperate and depressing way.

I think that’s the main reason this worked. It’s not two people being tortured in a forest. It’s two people uncovering their true selves. and that’s truly terrifying.

I certainly have my issues. For one thing, I think way too much time is dedicated to these killers. I understand that this book was one of the first ever true crime novels, but that doesn’t really excuse it from falling into the common pitfalls of the genre.

That being said, this is truly the best of said genre. In Cold Blood mainly works for me because of part one. An entire third of this book is dedicated to the lives of The Cutters. Parts 2-4 would not work at all without that first part, and while the book does get worse after that, I think it’s overall paced incredibly well.

True Crime as a genre is one of my darkest vices when it comes to art. I know how exploitative it is, I know that it humanizes people who frankly don’t deserve humanization, and I know that it melodramatizes real tragedies. But sometimes, it can be great and respectful.

I heavily doubt anything in the True Crime genre will ever top this. Capote’s dialogue is so expertly written and endlessly layered. The omniscience adds a genuinely chilling atmosphere to the entirety of the aftermath.

I’m overstating my issues with the book because it really is an incredible work of genre-bending nonfiction. Almost perfectly paced and deeply empathetic, even if sometimes to its own detriment.

True Crime will probably never reach these heights again.