Rating system (Updated)
5 - Perfection. Every sentence, every image, every character. The book woke up like this.
4 - Would Recommend. This book may be up your alley.
3 - Enjoyable but came with emotional baggage from a previous relationship. Still would recommend to another.
2 - Ghostwriting Achievement. Author died halfway through and their kid finished it.
1 - Ride to Hell: Retribution. Kill it with fire.
Thank you Netgalley, James Huddle, and IBPA for allowing me to read the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Joseph DeAngelo, to many it's a simple name, to others it hits too close to home. In the 1980s, DeAngelo operated under the name Golden State Killer. He murdered 13 people, raped 500 others, and committed 100+ burglaries in Northern and Southern California. James Huddle, the killer's brother in-law, recounts his experiences with Joseph "Joe" DeAngelo, and how he brushed aside warning signs, thinking nothing of it.
This is a book that's sort of in the same vein of The Stranger Beside Me--a true crime story told from the perspective of a person who was close to the murderer and can live to tell the story. Huddle considers throughout that DeAngelo had ample opportunity to take him off the map, or his daughters, and yet he chose not to. It's a book that examines the fact that he is haunted by DeAngelo years after the Golden State Killer's crime spree had stopped, and now he's in jail sitting on a plea deal to avoid the death penalty. Huddle is constantly turning over interactions with DeAngelo, including the times he left his daughter alone with him while he worked.
I cannot imagine being close to someone and then finding out they're an American Monster (yes I stole that from ID) and Huddle has lived that nightmare. Within, DeAngelo is painted as a lovable, kind man with a few behavioral quirks that no one thinks twice about; like his love of hunting and killing animals, his rage, his kleptomania, and the fact that he seems to take great joy in fabricating elaborate stories to make himself seem better than he actually is. This is not enough to raise red flags in a person, but Huddle kept this quirks tabbed and archived in case some wild shit happened considering that the Killer's rampage was near where he and his daughters lived.
Huddle's writing is quick and to the point. He is not the type of author that handles similes and metaphors like one would handle a double whipped iced macchiato from Starbucks. He says, "Fuck that," and writes simple prose that's easy to follow and quick to read. This is both a pro and a con.
It's a pro in the sense that the book is easy to follow. It immerses you in the story and the people involved without the reader pausing to dwell on a beautiful metaphor or a line that lands with eerie clarity. I felt like I was flying through this book at a pace that I wasn't exactly used to, considering that I don't read books fast at all. A testament to engaging writing. A testament to engaging storytelling.
But, it's also a con. Without the metaphor or the line of eerie clarity, there is nothing to dwell on. It reads less like a true crime book examining a relationship with a serial killer, but more like a Netflix documentary; ironically, this book would make a wonderful documentary, or at least a true crime thriller movie. Because that's how it reads. It's incredibly fast paced, simple, and easy to read. Huddle doesn't dwell on things except for asking the basic "What if?" questions, but I cannot exactly fault on him that because the things DeAngelo did are traumatizing, and triggering for many people.
However, this book lacks that emotional depth. It tells instead of shows. It discusses familial relationships and then Huddle begins listing factoids about the crimes that DeAngelo committed--the rapes, the murders, the things he stole from people's homes, what was ransacked and where; all told in simple sentences and easy reading prose. And this book, to me, relies to heavily on filler to fill the required pages, or to meet word count goals.
There's a chapter that was around a page (page and half if we want to push it), there are chapters that are titled one thing and discuss another thing entirely, like Master Manipulator that discusses one instance of manipulative behavior before then proceeding to detail the crimes Joe committed around that time frame. There's two chapters at the end of the book that detail serial killer behavior, serial killer myths, shit that could be sprinkled throughout, however it's attached to the end like an extended appendix. I don't want to disrespect the author and skim through these sections, but the information presented wasn't anything new or spectacular. It wasn't revelatory or eye-opening, leaving me questioning even the mailman and wondering if he wants to fuck me. When discussing familial anecdotes and experiences, it felt very much like filler, applied last minute to make the lips plumper or the ass bouncier but did nothing to improve the overall figure of the book itself. I understand the point of these chapters, comparing various serial killers and their tendencies to live double lives with that of Joe, however this book was about Joe, and I feel that these chapters are unnecessary.
This book is enjoyable and I would recommend this book to someone just starting out reading true crime novels. But if you want a better Golden State Killer book, I'd suggest you read I'll Be Gone In the Dark.