This simplistic, sensational account of the tragic story of Elizabeth Fritzl, who was imprisoned and abused by her father for twenty-four years, seems to have been written without the cooperation or consent of Elizabeth Fritzl herself, who is still alive. This I find utterly abhorrent. I often am insulted by books which recount atrocities with such smug, simplified, intellectually lazy psychoanalysis, but to write one of those while the individuals concerned are still living? That is unequivocally wrong.

This is Elizabeth Fritzl's story, to tell or not tell as she chooses. No one else should make money from her experience.