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A Desperate and Pathetic Attempt At Originality

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Herein lies the confessions of a psychopath. This book will not enrich your life. It will not make you feel better about yourself. After you read it you will go back to your ordinary life. But, one night, you will wake up screaming.

184 pages, Paperback

First published May 29, 2013

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Gary D. Morton

7 books3 followers
I'm Gary.


Committed Misanthropist.

Resounding Miserabalist.

Borderline Psychopath.

I like words. I mostly like writing them down, mostly.

Most of what I write is pretty dark and twisted.

Perhaps, you should read some. Or not.

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82 reviews6 followers
October 16, 2016
This book... I swear I have never read a better book than this, especially books published through self-publishing AND done after 2010. I discontinue any arguments made in support of "Fifty Shades of Grey", because that wasn't a book: it was a fan fiction erotica with obvious midlife crises tossed in.

Anyway, this book. It works. It works on so many layers and so many ways. For a start, the main premise works: there is our unnamed protagonist, and the transition he has in a (this is a spoiler by the way, you have been warned) Jacobian Revenge Tragedy. Difference is, the first chapter reveals nothing - actually the first two chapters are boring to be honest.

Where it succeeds however, keeping its obvious first two chapters' flaw in mind, is the character development. The Unnamed Protagonist is rife with words, some far more vitriolic than others. And all of them, are identifiable with Morton: he's harsh, cold, indifferent, observant, malicious, vicious, angry, sad, woeful, and even despondent all at once. all these experiences are felt from the protagonist which actually works wonders for this book: it turns into a first person psychological profile, rather than a character study.

key point to remember here is the psychological profile: by the end of this book (the last two chapters actually) you are convinced that this man exists. His whole existence is, by design, too realistic and - in accordance with how the book proceeds - integral to the progression of the book. As his personality has so many layers, so does the book.

There are some faults apart from the first two chapters but they can be ignored as ordinary readers. Punctuation here is not for OCD grammar Nazis (such as myself). I still consider that irrelevant on an overall ranking because it did not hinder my reading experience. Also, another problem which which faced was the enforcement of an idea, that this book is original - it gets tedious between the third and third last chapter in my opinion. Even then, it did give me an opportunity to read portions with more care and due diligence so for me it was bearable, although I can't say the same for everyone else.

All in all, this was a psychological profile worth reading. It isn't (according to the book) for the price it's protagonist says inside the book (yup, fourth wall breaks are common in this book, hence why I loved it). I recommend it, any day.
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September 15, 2016
As a debut this is a clear sign of a writer with potential, a very dry wit & a penchant for the ever so slightly twisted (probably why we're friends).
It starts out overly wordy, like when you first discover a thesauruses & poetry, but as the story develops becomes more engaging as the broken narrative keeps you on your toes.
It wears its influences with it's own darkly Glaswegian hybrid of the main characters from American Psycho, Dexter & Man Bites Dog.
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