A spine-chilling first novel loosely based on the author's real-life relationship with a convicted murderer, An Absolute Gentleman delves, with subtlety and tremendous psychological insight, into a serial killer's mind. Meet Arthur charming guy, small-town English professor, struggling writer, and occasional murderer. In this beautifully articulated debut novel, R. M. Kinder brilliantly channels Arthur's voice to reveal the aberrant thought processes of a surprisingly sympathetic serial killer. Horror arises as it does in real life, in brief hints and disclosures that gradually reveal the complex nature of an all-too-human narrator.
If you read the jacket of this book, you know that it's about a serial killer. But it's easy to forget that important bit as you get into the novel, which is mostly about a creative writing professor who's starting a new job at a small college. You get to know the faculty and staff as he does, and learn more about him as he flashes back to his painful childhood. Little creepy bits start to creep into the story, reminding you in tiny ways what the book is about, gradually building toward more grisly details. I thought the book was interesting, and sometimes uncomfortable--the author does a good job of creating a likable character, and then making you question what likability is.
This is another book from the literary agency I'm signed with. I probably wouldn't have read this book otherwise, since it's not in my typical genre. That said, it was fascinating--I couldn't put it down. It's told from the perspective of a serial killer, only you never really know he's killing. And--the best part--it's based on the true story of a woman that dated said serial killer for years and didn't know he was killing. Read it!
Told from the point-of-view of a highly sympathetic English professor, it's incredibly easy to take his well-mannered, eloquent words at face value and forget that oh! he's a serial killer. And that his opinion on how his slightly psychotic mother did the best she could while raising him and his human portrayal of her are not the most reliable sources of information!
To further this illusion, he conveniently skips over all the grisly details of how he killed most of his victims. There is simply a blank. Then he proceeds to the next scene with a philosophical segue into the animal kingdom.
His purpose isn't to shock or to explain himself. His only purpose is to show that he's a reasonable man. And ugh, he does an incredibly good job at it, so good a job that the testimonials against him at the end of the book seem almost jarringly unreal and ludicrous.
Super well-written, from pacing to presentation to prose-style, but I only gave it 4 stars because I do not think i will ever reread this book.
Also, even though I find the cover very appealing, why is it a white man on the cover? The main guy's race is never mentioned, but his mother was black. His father may have been anything but...*shrugs*
Once I began reading, I found this book hard to put down. It was very creepy, Arthur reminds me of Norman Bates in "Psycho".
Arthur is softspoken and intelligent, but he is also terrifying. At first I didn't know what to expect from this book, because I didn't want to hear details from a killer, but he doesn't go into any gory details. He actually tells his story almost politely. And believe it or not, I kind of like Arthur, he's almost a nice guy, except for the murdering of course. I felt bad for how his mother treated him, she created a serial killer.
I enjoyed this book very much. 'We may be spectacular in our dreams, but our doings diminish us'
This was a whim read. I happened to find the cover intriguing and thought the story line seemed interesting. As it often happens I was completely surprised by how much I enjoyed this book. It was very well written with incredible character development. The narration is strong and well thought out. I feel like this book has a lot to offer and is quite compelling to read. The narrator/main character is so endeared to the reader and ultimately so easy to like you don't doubt for a minute that you'd easily fall victim to such an "Absolute Gentleman."
Arthur Bloom is an English Professor and a author; he is a quiet sort of guy. Who would think he was a serial killer? This novel portrays, in part, the life of a serial killer and his relationships with the people around him. We learn about his attitude toward women, and his own psychological breakdown. This book does not go into much detail about the murders, and there is not a lot of violence in it either. Instead, the book focuses on the human interaction of a serial killer. EXCELLENT.
I have done several book signings with R M Kinder. When she told me this was based on a real person she knew and turned out to be a serial killer I had to add it to my collection. Kinder has a style that doesn’t fit into my normal action packed faced paced reading, but I enjoy it. The kind of normal everyday moments accentuate the tension even more. It is an interested read, but not the cop chases the killer more how can that normal handsome guy at work be a killer.
throughout the book, the narrator (Arthur J. Blume: unassuming writer and professor) emphasizes that his actions are not his own; he is compelled by outside forces. his relationship with Grace, a colleague, occurs because of her pursuit (Arthur has no say in the matter). he does not choose his victims, and he's sorry for what he does to them (he says). there are interludes where he describes his childhood, his mentally ill mother -- only obliquely hinting at the variety of abuses he endures.
it's only at the end of the book that we get any information about outsiders' beliefs about Arthur, because he lacks empathy and really doesn't understand other people. from his perspective, everything that he does is reasonable, and he's a gentle, likeable fellow. whenever he's provoked to feel an actual emotion, he has to reason away his actions (and he frequently leaves out or diminishes descriptions of things that he did). it's an interesting read.
Meh. The premise of the book was cool-- the life of a normal guy who just happens to be a mass murderer. I also liked that the main character was an academic. Unfortunately, the book just didn't live up to my hopes. It wanted to be TOO clever, with little snippets of text that were trying to be deep and meaningful, but just didn't do anything for me. There was a lot of talk about the bad fiction in college writing classes, which was ironic because this book seemed like something from one of those classes. Not terrible, but not particularly satisfying, either.
I can't believe this author isn't more prolific. This was an amazingly, wonderful and yet creepy read. Reminded me a bit of an Erik Larson read without the parallel story lines.
I agree, I stumbled on this book at our public library's table of Missouri authors and it looked intriguing. So glad I did, it was a disturbing, compelling, well rounded read. Love the comparison to Erik Larson !
I read this book quite a while ago, but there is a memorable part of a flash back - he runs from something and asks how can someone be a monster if they couldn't be at to watch that?
It definitely put it in perspective that everyone has their own idea about themselves... That even the evil people think that they are right in their ways... And a reminder that evil people are just like us.
This was amazing, from start to finish. Just an exquisite book, and one that I initially picked up because of Leslie Marmon Silko's praise of it on the cover (I enjoyed her novel Ceremony)!
R. M. Kinder sincerely makes you sympathize, and almost excuse (but not quite) a murderer. Her portrait of Arthur Blume, told in his own hand, is unsettling and addictive to read. I found myself initially waiting for hollywood-style gruesome murders, but the actual kills revealed to us in the text are somehow so much worse (I was actually wincing and left breathless by the death of a certain college busybody--how? How?). The murders seem subtle and nuanced on the surface, but Arthur is a particularly unreliable narrator in the best of senses.
Looking back through the book after finishing it, I remembered, and noted, moments throughout the chapters where it should have been all too obvious what he was really doing, or how he was coming across to other characters. But I, like many others in the book, was fooled by him for way too long.
I would never have dreamed that I would be enthralled with a novel written from the perspective of a madman, but I was…I am. I find myself revisiting passages from R. M. Kinder’s first and most excellent novel, An Absolute Gentleman. R.M. writes from the perspective of Arthur Blume, this self-described boring man, in such a calm and frightening way that you are not surprised to know that it is loosely based on her own encounter with a real life serial killer. If you have read Kinder’s more recent The Universe Playing Strings, you know her research to be thorough and her characters to be as real as the neighbors next door. This time one neighbor is all too real!
I had no idea what to expect from this book. In the beginning I wasn’t sure if the little blurbs were his memories or things he knew about. I didn’t want to assume the worst about him, but it didn’t take long before this book took more of a disturbing turn. The book was well written, but it makes one second guess what another persons intentions are.
This was a hard book to finish but I’m glad I did. There were parts of the book that I completely understood the main character (a sympathetic serial killer) then other times I was completely taken aback by him. This one made me think a lot about life and my perception of other people. I thought a lot about giving it 3 or 4 stars but I am going with 4 because I was truly beautifully written.
Of course a very dark book but so well written. Outside of some beautifully written passages, especially in the very beginning, i appreciate this book for exploring the terrible ways people can be irreversibly and horribly broken.
I came across this book in the library one day when I was searching for Geocaching for Dummies. I was in one of the situations where I felt like the drive to the library needed more justification than just one book that I was only going to flip through anyway. I found R.M. Kinder’s novel, opened it, read a few pages to get a sense of the prose style, liked it, read the front flap to see what the plot was about, liked that too, and added the book to my “to-read” list. Then, last week, on vacation, having finished two other novels in just a few days, I started in on An Absolute Gentleman, and finished it in about 24 hours.
It was that engaging. R.M. Kinder’s style is as gentle and stoic as her main character, choosing to titillate and horrify with what isn’t written, only pulling out the stops and giving you the gory details in a few choice places. And although Arthur Blume is a serial killer, you can’t help but root for him, a little.
I’m not going to give away the plot, because there isn’t much of one, but what follows are spoilers of a sort, so stop reading if you want. Arthur Blume is a misogynist, less in the sense of hating women than in the sense that he simply has no respect for them. And while I was reading this, I know this was fictional misogyny… but then, only after I was done with the book, did I realize that R.M. Kinder, the author, is a woman. Which changes the tenor of that fictional misogyny. When a man writes about misogyny, he may be expressing his own opinions, or he may be asking you to judge what he feels is a horrible point of view. But when a woman does it, surely she can’t be expressing her own opinion—is she describing her own experiences at the hand of a misogynist? Is she misinterpreting the experience, taking it more personally than it should have been taken?
I wish to cast no aspersion on Kinder, nor her intent, because it’s all mere speculation on my part and truly I detest this kind of analysis. But I bring it up because, for me, the book changed when I found out the sex of the writer. And I find this unsettling, and I am not a little ashamed of myself. But what can I do. I thought this was a man writing about a horrible man, and now I find myself, unfairly I admit, wondering if this a woman writing about horrible men.
Why say as much? This is my plea, to myself and to you, to find a way to ignore who or what the author is at all times, when reading any novel. An impossible task-- I will read books just because they’re written by authors I’ve read before. After all, there’s so many books out there, how can we choose which one to read if we don’t, to some degree, judge them by their covers?
Nevertheless, we should try to ignore the author. I need to swallow my shame and recall what I thought of the book when I didn’t know who the writer was at all. Still a bit sexist of me (I thought it was a man) but at least I’m not trying to compliment Kinder by saying “she writes like a man!” She doesn’t. She writes like a writer. And a damned fine one at that.
Most stories of serial killers are told from the point of view of the searchers – those who discover the aftermath and try and stop it from happening again. The hunters who sniff out the killer. This one is one of those rare books which manages to perfectly capture the killer himself and his inner dialogue (one of the other shining examples is “In Cold Blood” by Truman Capote). Arthur Bloom, now in prison, has taken it upon himself to tell the story of his capture and the story of his origin – painted and smashed against each other to rectify all the rumors and twisted facts that have been printed about him before. Raised by a single woman who happened to have bouts of schizophrenia, Arthur is a published author, a gentleman, and a serial killer. He tells us of his move to Mason, Missouri to teach in a temporary creative writer position at the local college. He is still sending out a work in progress manuscript that has been rejected hundreds of times by publishers. He meets Margaret, Grace, Nada, Justinia, and Paul Harper. One is vicious, one is a deviant similar to himself, one he kills. And along the way, we get to know Arthur as the person, the one who has no grasp of why his actions are wrong.
I expected this book to be more like “In Cold Blood” than it actually is. However, the villains in “Blood” have much more soul and conscious evil than Arthur does. Arthur is one of those frightening people you see in an episode of Criminal Minds that has no motivation to kill. It doesn’t provide him pleasure, it doesn’t relieve anger, it just happens. Which disturbed me more than any other part of this book. Arthur never really becomes human to me, instead the entire book felt like it was beyond my comprehension. Which was very frustrating. Probably because I could never figure out the why – which there is no why. And especially chilling when you realize this book is based on an actual man.
This gets a solid B-, almost a C+. It had so much potential, and there were parts that were absolutely stellar. The climax came almost too soon, and almost seemed an anticlimax. It's listed as a "psychological study of a serial killer". It is that, and just as bland as the technical description. The author apparently had some kind of personal experience with Robert Weeks and this novel is loosely based on that experience. She states in interviews that she didn't want to turn the main character into a serialkillerhero, and worked hard to keep that from happening. Unfortunately, that effort shows, and the level of detachment that this novel was written with does serious harm to the narrative and keeps it from being exceptional in any way. At almost every turn, when its potential to be great looms in the background, Kinder pulls back and offers us only a bland and monotone telling. I was unimpressed.
The biggest selling-point of this novel versus any other novel about a serial killer is that the author writes a fictional character based largely on a serial killer she got to know well. Given that, the character of Arthur Blume is even more disturbing; here is a man who sees human beings as victims of a cruel world, and he has the power to save them by killing them. I appreciated the facts and research that went into creating Arthur. He is not just a character made up by a sensational imagination, this is as close as fiction can get to a memoir. I did not enjoy the middle, the "fluff." I understand it was an attempt to show that sociopaths can and do have fulfilling relationships, as it describes a romantic relationship between Arthur and a coworker. However, it just became air after a couple chapters.
This book confuses me because I neither loath the killer, nor do I like him. I feel sorry for him, especially for the child that he once was. Also, the reader sees Arthur's progression from wanting attention of his only family member (his batsh@t crazy mother), who neglects him from the time that he's a infant, to a full blown killer of the innocent and not so innocent. As a mother, I just want to hold that little baby and bewildered youth and make sure his life is not in vein. I think I could sHow him the love and respect that was never given to him. The older Arthur, and more experienced killer makes me ill at easy. I guess RM Kinder has done well at writing the character and evoking the readers' feelings. The story drags a little which can seem monotonous for a thrill seeking reader. This isn't a book I'd own, but it wasn't a bad book to borrow from the library.
This was a somewhat engrossing read, although it moved rather slowly for me, for some reason. The plot meandered back and forth through time, and I found myself mentally disconnecting. The character descriptions did stick with me, though, and the author establishes the surroundings in every scene in well-researched, precise detail. I really felt like I was living with these characters in a small, sleepy college town this side of nowhere.
The all-too-brisk ending threw me for a loop, with many questions left unanswered, and that bothered me. I didn't quite understand why this character did what he did. But...I do live in Hollywood, and I may have been infected by this industry's desire for a neatly tied-up ending...Let's hope that's not the case.
I really got into this book. It was really disjointed and at some parts hard to understand, but that kind of made it fit into the theme of being a serial killer's thoughts. Of course the book is going to be strange, it's written from the point of view of a mentally unstable man. The prose is so elegant it was easy for me to get engrossed. The scenes go back and forth between his childhood and his older self, reflecting on what's going on. He remarks at the beginning of the book, telling us that he doesn't really consider himself a monster. This was such an interesting concept to me I just couldn't put it down.
I stumbled onto this book in my public town library too and I'm glad I did. It's definitely in my top three of favorite books if not my absolute favorite. It's so subtle, you know something is going to happen, but you don't expect him to beat the older lady over the head. It just comes out of no where. I love the way the author tells the story alternating past/present, and in 1st person/serial killers perspective. I didn't include when I read the book and finished. I've read it more than once. I wish I owned a copy.
This books shook me in a way i didn't know was possible. Not only is the protagonist a serial killer, he's human, and relatable in some cases. The entire time i read this it just made me think about the association that people usually have with those that commit terrible crimes. "All monsters are human." is something that kept coming to mind. Its dark, with out drowning you in the sorrow of his life. At the same time, extremely removed, which to me seemed necessary. Its a great read and I highly recommend it to those that enjoy psychological thrillers as well as a look into a mind.
A fantastic, enthralling creepy read. I had to keep putting the book down after a few chapters so that my brain had time to catch up with it and sort things through. The development of the main character is intensely bothersome in that his logical, lucid thoughts don't match what you think of as a psychotic serial killer, and you find yourself sympathizing with him and even liking him at moments.
I read the first 125 pages in one sitting and haven't been able to return to Kinder's novel. While I often love the prose, which is what kept me bound to the pages, I find the protagonist a bit stunted though somewhat seductive nonetheless. I feel no sympathy for him, just a measure of horror, so I've put the book down for now. Truth be told, it was the endorsement of Leslie Marmon Silko that made the book more appealing than its description and visual design.