As a fan of true crime, I was so excited to read this book. However, once I brought it home from Barnes and Noble, I was just about instantly disappointed. There's more cons than pros with The Serial Killer Files, that I almost don't know where to start.
The biggest, most obvious annoyance I have with this book is that the author is straight up bad at writing. I feel like he wanted to be a successful fiction author but just didn't have the chops, hence leading him to write subpar nonfiction like this. He notoriously uses the same descriptors over and over again (most notably "psycho" and its variables, as well as "savage", "slicing" and "the annals of crime." Without hyperbole, he uses the word "psycho" at least once almost every single page. He also can't hide his lack of skill with writing when he grossly sensationalizes these crimes, often using poor word choice to make the horrific crimes seem as if the author finds them sexually tantalizing. He also shows almost fanboy-ish levels of interest in a select few of offenders, his favorites being Albert Fish, Jeffery Dahmer, H.H. Holmes, and John Wayne Gacy. He talks about these guys so often that he often resorts to repeating their stories without adding new details--padding the novel in a way that doesn't hide his lack of skill.
Pushing the author's obvious lack of talent aside, he also can't stop himself from injecting his own opinions and attempting to pass them off as fact--which is simply unacceptable in a work of nonficiton. In a section discussing the various elements of culture that society often blames for crimes, he defends pornography with all the vitriolic rage of a Red Pill poster. He flat-out lies and claims that there's no proof that porn negatively impacts it's viewers--a claim that has long since been disproved through various studies (to be fair, this book was published in 2003, the year these studies were being performed or just coming out). He also left a sour taste in my mouth by ending the book on a section titled "Serial Killer Groupies", in which he derisively writes about how its "women's proclivity" to fall for bad boys, and that women's universal taste for these "bad boys" is a "fact of life." Again, a dull, dim-witted juvenile man with no intelligence trying to pass off his rejection-fueled scorn for women as universal facts.
Which leads me to my next point: anyone trying to educate themselves on the topic of true crime or the acts/behaviors/thoughts/motives of serial killers should steer clear of this book. The Serial Killer Files offers small glimpses into the crimes and motives of the killers, but often glosses over major elements of even well-known offenses. Also, with his trite sensationalism, the killer portraits read like wannabe entertainment reviews instead of informational, cut-and-dry, to-the-point facts. Disappointingly, this is another book that unfortunately provides less information than a select killer's wikipedia article.
Something I did enjoy with this book is that it did have a wide scope that introduced me to a broader range of killers than I was previously familiar with. And with his desperate and not so thinly veiled attempt to promote himself as an entertainment writer (by providing top 12 lists of his favorite killer movies and fiction--seriously) I came away with one or two recommendations. And while he does include a bibliography, he doesn't ever source his material and claims in the text, so its ultimately for show and minor reference than any real use.
Ultimately, this book comes of distorted in intent. It seems way more like the author's attempt to break into writing "for the big time" with sensationalist, extreme, shock journalism-style writing versus being a professional, factual, knowledgeable source of accurate information. I could forgive the sparse facts if only the author took himself seriously and put some real effort into providing the information his book is aimed to provide, instead of trying to make something as serious as serial murder "sexy" and took a more appropriate, articulate tone. I have a hard time enjoying, let alone recommending this book, especially not to people who are new to the topic of true crime and are looking for an exhaustive, informative book on the subject (if I find such a book, I'll sing it's praises). This is the kind of thing you'd pick up with half interest from the library and return before getting halfway through the text.