a respected rheumatologist paul allen experiences the shock of a lifetime one evening when he sees a news bulletin: someone has assassinated popular senator jay seagram at a political rally, & it looks like his disaffected son daniel is the assassin. paul can't believe that his son would kill someone. he devotes himself to finding the real gunman, or uncovering the conspiracy under which his son was brainwashed by seagram's political rivals. the book is mostly from paul's perspective, interspersed with the occasional chapter that is framed as daniel's psych evaluation, pages from his journal, & sometimes even just his point of view. the inconsistencies in narration are kind of annoying, because the reader then knows more about daniel's thoughts & motivations than paul does, even though paul's chapters are all about trying to find information about daniel's thoughts & motivations.
but more annoying than that is all the assassin trivia sprinkled through the book. when paul first hears about the assassination, he immediately starts reminiscing about the arizona "meet your congressperson" shooting. he's all, "what was that congresswoman's name? giffords?" but then goes into full-flow for literally like six pages of dense text about jared loughner's (the gunman) psychiatric history, childhood, mug shot, etc etc etc. like...we're supposed to believe that paul can barely even remember the name of the congresswoman who was shot in the head & survived, but he knows all this minutiae about jared loughner, such as the fact that local bank tellers used to keep their fingers on the security button when he came into the bank because he was just that creepy? if we are to believe that paul is this much of an assassination buff, it suddenly becomes less & less implausible that his kid would grow up to assassinate someone. not that being obsessed with assassinations means your kid might kill someone, but i did think it was dehumanizing to the victims to be like, "you know...ol' what's-her-face...giffords?" but then go on & on & ON about jared loughner. that level of fascination with murderers combined with the kind of inattention to their victims is the kind of thing that starts to make a person seem kind of creepy.
& in a lot of places where hawley insist on boring our pants off with assassin trivia, he writes really weird shit. like, daniel travels to austin, texas & volunteers with seagram's campaign about a year before the assassination. while there, he gets obsessed with the charles withman clock tower sniper murders. the history of these murders is kind of told from whitman's perspective, including things like, "he experiences an almost sexual thrill as he took aim." um...really? whitman was killed by police during the attack & so was never interviewed about his motives or how he felt while he was killing people. suggesting that he felt a sexual thrill is pure editorializing on hawley's part, & kind of says more about him than it does about whitman. i did not like.
at another spot in the book, daniel becomes agitated & upset when he takes a date to a seagram rally & seagram happens to sneak a peek at his date's cleavage as he's making the rounds, shaking hands. daniel is all, "he's not a great man. he's victim to the same base perversion as a dirty truck driver." but just a few pages earlier, daniel himself narrated that he had a difficult time looking at his date's lips without imagining them wrapped around his penis. let's just leave aside the fact that i, as a woman, really do not want to read shit like that. i understand that part of sexual attraction is wanting the object of your affections to do sexual things with you, but i just really don't want to consider that my boyfriend sometimes is imagining me giving him a blow job while we're, like, in line at the bank, or discussing a car repair or whatever. even if that's what he's doing, i just don't want to hear about it. & it pissed me the fuck off that it's apparently okay for daniel to have these little fantasies, but if someone else looks at his date's boobs, he has to kill them. perhaps this was simply the necessary trigger for an already unhinged mind to go ahead & commit an act as grievous as murder, & it was meant to illustrate the lack of rational thinking in play. but to me, it read as the normalization of misogyny, like dude readers were supposed to read it & be like, "oh yeah, of course i would want to kill someone who looked at my date's boobs," like he owns her boobs or something. don't get me wrong, it would be great if dudes could hold themselves back from scoping out the boobs of strangers, but when they slip up, ladies don't really need their male partners going into grizzly bear protection mode, like it's a slight against THEM that another man would be ogling their woman. it reminds me of an ex-boyfriend who told me, "it's natural for a guy to be protective of his girlfriend. it's like...he's protecting his womb, you know?" once i got done puking, we pretty much broke up.
& it was also annoying because at one point, daniel goes to a swimming hole & observes all the young ladies there in bikinis & thinks to himself, "how can they walk around on display like that, with their boobs there for everyone to see?" dude. they're boobs. they're difficult to hide sometimes. especially if you want to go swimming! get over it.
& don't even get me started on the whole conspiracy plotline. "daniel was caught trainhopping with a guy who used to be in special forces/black ops! surely this guy spent the train ride hypnotizing my son to kill senators!" ugh.
basically, i just need to not read books by or about men. i'll read one, it will be packed with casual misogyny, & i'll say, "never again!" then i'll decide that i'm being too severe & i'll give another once a chance & the same damn thing happens. do authors like hawley not consider the fact that women might read their books too?