I finally got around to reading one of the short novels by the man Stephen King has called "My favorite crime novelist", The Kill-Off. The narrative voices — a different one for each chapter — work brilliantly, but the story doesn't. In the end, we're still not sure who murdered Luane Devore nor (probably) do you much care, but some of those characters' confessions of why they are so miserable are deeply moving — even if motivations are too complex and contradictory to be convincing. Not enough reward for reading about such unpleasant people, self-hating and deeply suspicious of others, in such a wretched little town.