Based on interviews with William "Billy" Lester Suff, convicted in 1995 of torturing, maiming, and murdering twelve prostitutes in California, a psychological study of Suff traces his sordid career and explores his unflappable duplicity.
This author has no sense of what he's trying to tell us. He jerks us back and forth from the serial killing career of Bill Suff to his own devastating guilt at having killed his mother and best friend in a road accident. There seems to be no connection between the two. The author bemoans the way the serial killer he's interviewing messes with his head, but we never see it happen so that's kind of a puzzler. Worst of all, he makes the usual error of treating the killer like some kind of glamorous criminal mastermind and pays just about zero attention to the victims. I think he would have been better off separating this into 2 books, and throwing away the one about Bill Suff, who isn't worth the paper this book is printed on.