While all true crime books certainly tend towards sensational coverage, this book is very clearly the work of Tina Brown's Beast Books imprint. The chapter titles are as lurid as they are ludicrious: "Perugia Is Not For The Weak," "Here is the List of People I've Had Sex With," "I Kicked the Door in, and Then I Heard a Scream."
Barbie Latza Nadeau has been a correspondent for Newsweek for enough years that I really expected her to deliver a more balanced and thorough review of the Amanda Knox case.
Whether you believe that Amanda Knox is guilty, as Nadeau does, or not - her arguments would hold more weight if she, for example, cited her sources at any point. She usually introduces claims with a breezy attribution to a source and a reference to the bar they were at when the quote was given. Claims which I feel would be bolstered if they cited dates or specific interview documentation. Throughout all the 200 padded pages of this book, not a single source is cited clearly enough that it could ever be checked.
It is also difficult to take her arguments seriously when she frequently describes various members of the Italian police force or court system in absurdly sexualized ways. From page 68, "Detective Napoleoni, forty-six, the head of the Perugia homicide squad, would make the perfect sex-flick dominatrix." She goes on to describe her jet black fringe of bangs and her heavy eye make up, as well as her tight blue jeans and stiletto boots. She does not, however, share any relevant information about whether or not this career police woman has experience with high profile homicides, or whether any other suspects have accused her detectives of brutality, or really - any relevant information about her ability as a capable investigator. She also describes many of the men on the case in similar fashion, describing Kercher's lead lawyer as "...Francesco Meresca, a fit, sexy, suave Neapolitan with long brown, wavy hair and blue eyes" and refering to the defense lawyer Carlo Dalla Vedova as, "...easily the most attractive lawyer in court - a tall muscular tennis player with white spiked hair and playful eyes." Really, if she were as descriptive of actual evidence as she is about the physical attributes of those involved in the case, the book would be a much more enlightening read.
The worst thing about the book, in my opinion, is that it reads like a two hundred page slut shaming of Amanda Knox. She is frequently described as promiscuous, and much is made of her tendancy to bring men home. Many mentions of her vibrator in the bathroom seem to attempt to bolster her image as a wanton American sex kitten. And yet, in the second chapter of the book, the Italian police lie to Amanda Knox by saying that she has tested positive for HIV for the express purpose of getting her to make a list of people she had had sex with (for, apparently, no real reason other than to leak to the media), that list had seven people on it. For a twenty-two year old college student in 2010, I hardly think that's a number high enough to raise an eyebrow at, much less perpetuate an image of her as a sluttish sex-crazed miscreant. Plus, in this volume, the fact that Amanda Knox enjoys sex is called up so often that it starts to sound like the author expects you to agree that being guilty of liking sex is a short step away from being guilty of a heinous murder. Being written by a female journalist, or really any journalist in the post-Victorian era, I would really have expected better.
The same goes for the descriptions of Amanda's drug use. They are anecdotal at best, and mostly involve smoking pot. There is not a single example of anyone saying they sold her any harder drugs, or ever saw her take anything else. This book is such a breathless account of Amanda Knox's alleged depravity that I really imagine if any such people could be found, they would have been quoted at length and probably given her some new chapter titles to be getting on with.
Again, I don't really think that every college student who enjoys smoking pot and having sex is on their way to crazed killer status.
The author does discuss various police procedural errors, and a lot of disputed DNA evidence, but does not explain enough about how the Italian justice system works (supposedly one of her areas of expertise) for the reader to understand the implications of her information. For example, she says that the DNA found on the knife that prosecutors determined to be the murder weapon should have been thrown out as it was only a single test sample, but then says that the prosecution used it anyway and built their case around it. Why was this allowed? Is this common in the Italian court system? What are the general rules that they use for evidence? When she describes things like jurors who routinely fall asleep after lunch - again, there is a clear lack of explanation and context. Is this usual? Does the judge not feel like it is necessary for jurors to be awake for any and all information that is presented?
She also shrugs off the prosecutor's wild theories of satanic rituals due to the fact that there was still some Halloween stuff in the house on November 1st. She indicates that theory was discarded early on, but then mentions that he attempted to bring it up in the closing arguments of the case. The question of whether he believes Amanda Knox is a satanist or that these murders had a satanic element, is never really answered and appears to be contradicted even in her own recounting.
It does seem clear that Amanda Knox was likely involved in the murder of Meredith Kercher, and likely to an extent not really covered by the American media. The fact that she and her boyfriend attempted to clean the house with bleach the morning after the murder, the fact that someone certainly tried to stage a break in after the fact, the fact that she doesn't seem able to accurately account for large portions of time on the night of the crime, and that she attempted to implicate her former boss in the murder - all of those facts certainly lend themselves to a narrative of guilt. And her bizarre behavior in the days after the killing, doing cartwheels in the police station, etc - also seem to paint a portrait of an unbalanced and distrubed / frequently drug enhanced personality.
If the book had focused more on the actual evidence in the case, or the various possible motives for the murder, it would have been much a much more informative and far less speculative read. It would also, perhaps, leave the reader feeling more knowledgable about the case itself, as opposed to feeling like you have just overdosed on tabloid gossip and junk food.