Daniel Adamson's extreme fondness for women's ears has led him to commit murder and arson and to consort with prostitutes. As he languishes in a mental hospital, Daniel decides to confess by writing his autobiography. But does he really expect others to believe that he is an innocent victim of society, his upbringing, and his own DNA?·"In this funny-serious book David Aitken pokes his finger in the stomach of the traditional crime novel." — The Sunday Times (London)
I enjoyed the artistry of the work and intelligent use of the English language throughout, much more than the story in the second half which was rather cringy. BUT you are in the disturbed mind of a highly intelligent, incarcerated psychopathic killer which some very strange needs so what does one expect.
not very clever writing but the suspense on this was sick...if it had been a romance i would have said exactly what i said about The Rose of Sebastapol...but it isn't so i read it..all 217 pages of it...without scheming through...without skipping pages...any writer will tell you..getting a reader to read EVERYTHING is no easy feat..so there...but really...ear-sex????...please let this be purely a work of fiction...how?????how????...and i should say this book reminds me so much of Engleby by Sebastian Faulks...only Sebastian gets 11 out of ten while David gets 5...mostly because he shocked me...that's it...i read this book because i couldn't close my mouth..really...ear-sex???...again i pause to ask...how!!!??