I promise to give my honest opinion on this book, and not tell a bag of lies.
Jean-Claude Romand turned out to be just about the biggest impostor I have ever come across. And the ultimate question is - How did this lovable family man get away with telling so many fibs about his life for so long? The people closest to him seemed of sound mind, but never aroused suspicion on all the horse pucky he was feeding them. The initial facts are extraordinary enough on what he got away with, that lead up to the murderous antics that would eventually end with his incarceration. It really is like something from a movie or a novel. It's too unbelievable to be real, but it is.
Carrère's writes of a French bourgeois implosion, where a respectable doctor (Romand) living near the Swiss border simply goes berserk, killings wife and two children, having previously shot his mother and father and attempted to strangle his mistress. He sets fire to the family home and takes an overdose, only to be rescued, revived and charged with murder, much to the consternation of the local community, which had always regarded him as a solicitous, conscientious and caring husband, father and son. He fooled them all. In spite of everything he had claimed, the killer, Jean-Claude, turns out never to have been a doctor at the World Health Organisation, nor to have any medical qualifications. The whole professional edifice of his life was an elaborate fabrication. This scandalous revelation was followed by local rumours of a romantic surrogate life in drug-running, and so on, but the truth was far more desperate. Days when Romand had said he had been teaching in Dijon, or working at the WHO's Geneva headquarters, he was actually mooching about alone, sitting around in car parks, or wandering around the woods. Romand, the ostensibly successful professional and happy family man, had in fact done nothing with his life, except make it up, and steal large quantities of cash from family and friends. He dug himself into the mother of all holes, and the deeper he went, the less likely it was he would turn back.
One could bemoan that Carrère's project, pushes the boundaries too far with taking a true story, and putting it in the blender with too many superior fictions. He also talks up his subject matter, probably making more of a mystery of Romand than is deserved. But he writes in such an addictive fashion, that it's a book to blitz through in as little time as possible rather than drag out.
Carrère became a reporter, pursuing the psychological and factual details he would need for a book. At the same time he was looking inward, trying to decipher his own motives. Why was he so preoccupied with this case?, which made him feel ashamed in front of his own children, that their father should be writing about such a monster. But what emerged from this obsession is a fascinating meditation on Jean-Claude Romand and his bizarre and imposturous life. The narrative often holds complete attention, with the most chilling parts being Carrère's description of Romand's daily routine. He would dutifully head across the border for Geneva every workday, to the headquarters of W.H.O. Some days he would put on a visitor's badge and pass the time in the library. Sometimes he would take hikes in the Mountains. When his work took him out of town, he'd settle into a hotel near the airport. It was as close to a virtual life as one could get, but how much did it differ from a real one? What is truth?
After Romand's trial, the shrinks had a field day. Romand, centre of attention at last!, flattered by the attendance of an author, and having made the apparently effortless transition from being trapped in life's equivalent to a movie script. What was so astonishing was the fact at no time did Romand ever come across as a monstrous psychopath, he was simply just your average Joe.
That in it's self is the chilling part.