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Average rating4.2
A very well-written book I'll never read again.
Carrère says at the end that writing this story could only be a crime or a prayer.
I disagree. A crime it isn't. But it doesn't qualify as a prayer either, at least not to me.
Looking to understand the monstrosity of a life and crime such as Jean Claude Romand's is a fool's errand. It doesn't bring any clarity to what was evidently a dark and broken abyss of meaninglessness to begin with.
True crime, even when elevated by superb writing such as in this case, will never be my thing.