I am a journalist and writer who has a keen interest in the minds of serial killers. When I caught a glimpse of the spine of Mr Moss's book, I felt compelled to buy it and paid my money dutitfully, hoping that the dramatic coverlines lived up to their promise. They didn't.
I wished I hadn't bought the book when I read the foreward and heard the author being described as looking like one of the Baldwin brothers -- hardly what you'd expect to read in a book of this supposed true-life genre. A trifle too sycophantic for my liking.
While the concept of the book has to be applauded, overall this is a very disappointing read, written by someone who appears to be on an ego trip.
There is nothing new to learn here about how a serial killer thinks, or operates, what turns them on etc. Rather, what we are presented with is a disjointed piece of literature that fails to come to any satisfactory conclusions and leaves the reader with far too many questions left unanswered.
I was also left with the feeling of having been had. For the life of me, I cannot for a moment believe that a naive, young, Baldwin-brother lookalike would possibly be left alone with the likes of the Killer Clown, John Wayne Gacy.
My hat goes off to Mr Moss for doing the seemingly impossible - making a book about serial killers a boring read.
Read it at your peril!
