I almost threw my book in the garbage today. I was momentarily convinced that's all it is, garbage. So far (I was on page 41) I haven't liked any of the characters. I honestly can't relate to anyone in the book, even the main protagonist. Bullies, panstwetting, budding serial killers, cowardly thieves, glue sniffers and now this actual serial killing nonse. I was thinking, the vampire girl (it hasn't mentioned her name yet) is the only remotely likeable character and I hope she kills everyone else in the book.
Then I reached page 41, the chapter called "Friday October, 23" or what I dubbed "The NAMBLA chapter". Does Lindqvist realise his readers experience vicariously everything he describes? I was appalled and offended in a way no other book had ever come close. Maybe, I thought I was just being a puritanical American. Is this kind of thing commonplace in Sweeden? I couldn't 'watch' the scene unfold in that bathroom stall. I skipped ahead a page and read "Forgive me?" and thought "Oh, God, he did it. He actually spelled out in grim detail this dispicable man recieving oral pleasure from a twelve year old boy." It does beg the question, Why is even brutal killing so acceptable and pallatable in comparrison?
I have a sort of policy about finishing books. I couldn't just abandon it. I would plow through it and maybe it would pay off. I went back and read page 45 with a sort of peeking through my fingers aprehension and I was SO gratefully relieved that in fact Hakan had not gone through with it. Even still he was going to. I think somehow through this experience Lindqvist has garnered my trust as a reader in that he can take you to the very edge of humanities darkest side and not push you over.


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