Harry Bloch is a struggling writer who pumps out pulpy serial novels—from vampire books to detective stories—under various pseudonyms. But his life begins to imitate his fiction when he agrees to ghostwrite the memoir of Darian Clay, New York City’s infamous Photo Killer. Soon, three young women turn up dead, each one murdered in the Photo Killer’s gruesome signature style, and Harry must play detective in a real-life murder plot as he struggles to avoid becoming the killer’s next victim.
Witty, irreverent, and original, The Serialist is a love letter to books—from poetry to pornography—and proof that truth really can be stranger than fiction.
My thoughts
David Gordon’s The Serialist is humorous, witty and gory. Not for the faint-hearted. Harry Bloch is an author is on the edge of actually making the big time. He writes a lot of schlocky novels, but thinks he will get is big break write the biography for a serial killer. Instead the serial killer, Darian Clay wants him to write little vignettes involving women who have written to him while in prision before he will reveal himself to Bloch. The only problem is that after Bloch interviews these women and writes his little porn stories, they end up dead. Now, to avoid prison, Harry takes it upon himself to find out who is murdering these women and stop from getting killed himself. As mention above, this novel has it’s funny and witty moments but can be pretty graphic.
Note: This book was borrowed from my local library.
1 comments:
Sounds kind of fun.
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