

I think Sherman is trying to do too many things with this book and therefore does none of them well. There‘s the serial killer who‘s supposed to be the focus, but also a rivalry between Kurt Vonnegut and Norman Mailer, detailed discussions of “hippie culture” and of the area where the murders occurred. It also crossed the line between nonfiction/fiction with all of the dialogue that can‘t be substantiated, presented as gospel. Bailed at 30%-ish.