This was actually a pretty interesting book. It’s been three years since I wrote it, so I figured I’d read it and see how it is after all this time.
I felt sympathetic to the main character, Oscar, even early on when he’s actually killing people and beating others into a coma for no good reason. Maybe that’s because in some ways I wrote him like myself, or like people I know. (I’m not saying I did write him like myself or people I know, none of us are murderers. I’m just saying maybe we have a certain murdery quality that he shares.) Continue reading