AmandaW’s #CBR5 Review #3: Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane

shutter-island-dennis-lehane-book-cover-artI found Shutter Island at a local second hand store, and based on my firm belief that a book is usually better than the movie, I happily handed over my $1. I had seen the movie on opening night, having been lured by the promos with the promise of one of my favourite genres: supernatural lunatics. I also love nostalgia settings, that’s why I own a vintage store. But I gotta tell you-no Sir, I didn’t like it. I don’t know if it was that it was just another Leo role, or that I don’t like Mark Ruffalo (I know he’s a favourite but he looks like a poor man’s Chris Sarandon and I can’t get over it) or Michelle Williams, who knows what it was? I did, however, enjoy the backbone to the story. It very much reminded me of a great short story by Robert Bloch, called “Lucy”. I have also enjoyed other books by Dennis Lehane, so I retired to my favourite reading spot (my hot bath) and began reading. Continue reading

Amanda W’s #CBR5 Review #2: Planet of the Apes by Pierre Boulle

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I’m not sure if a spoiler warning is needed here but just in case: here there be spoilers.
Let me first say that I had never seen any of the Planet of the Apes films, except for clips shown in movies or on tv. I pretty much figured I knew this iconic piece of pop culture through osmosis. I had even used some of the lines, but who hasn’t? So, with my husband keeping the kids busy, I grabbed the book from my son’s room and sank into a hot tub, ready for a quick, light hearted read. I guess I was expecting a novelization of the movie, even though I knew it was the other way around. From the very first pages I was more interested than I was expecting and already enjoying it.
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Amanda W’s #CBR5 Review #1: The Serial Killer Whisperer by Pete Earley

Image Ever since I was a little girl and peeked at the pictures in my Granddad’s books, Small Sacrifices (about Diane Downs’ murder of her children) and Life with Billy (about June Stafford’s abuse at the hand of her husband Billy), I have been hooked on true crime novels. As I got older it wasn’t so much about learning how far one person would go to hurt another, but why someone would choose to do it, to torture and rape and kill someone who had no connection to them. I needed to know what had happened in their lives, what set them apart, what went through their minds. I was also curious in their choice of victims, if there were things to learn to avoid it happening, and of course what I might do in the situation. I also was, I guess I’ll say amazed, at the ways that families and friends chose to excuse certain behaviours and ignore warning signs. I started off with this little introduction so you can understand why I was eager to read this book my sister gave me for Christmas, saying she thought I’d like it because I “like to know sick shit”. While it’s not as simple as being a gore-whore, I was intrigued.

The Serial Killer Whisperer is about a young man named Tony Ciaglia, who at 14 was hit in the head with a jet ski (referred to as the Windrunner Accident throughout the book) and awoke from a coma with a traumatic brain injury, mostly effecting the emotion and “rage” part of the brain. After years of alienation from friends and family and under the care of a therapist, Tony decides to write to serial killers. He feels they me be the only people who understand the rages and feelings he is trying to cope with. To my surprise, his therapist and parents (with whom he still lives) agree to let him write to approximately 40 serial killers in various prisons with the understanding that he must open and read the responses with his parents so they can keep track. Tony hears back from most of them but the book mostly concentrates on Arthur Shawcross, David Gore and Joe Methany. All had raped, tortured, killed, and sometimes cannibalized their victims. The book excerpts large parts of their letters, most with disturbing details and more pride than remorse. The manipulation of Tony by these, well, monsters really, is so blatant that I was continually astonished at the lengths his parents let him take, or that they (his father usually) take with him.

I’ve never written a book review before, so I’m not sure how much I’m supposed to reveal. I usually read books others don’t, so I usually divulge everything since no will read it anyway. Then again, I’m a spoiler lover most of the time and usually find a lot of reviews don’t give enough information. However, this book doesn’t really offer much, or at least not what the cover promises or what I was expecting. Tony doesn’t really get a lot of resolution or answers to his own problems and the interactions seem off. Like they wanted to make sure you know that this was for altruistic purposes and not that they found a great hook or were enjoying the insider status. The letters, meetings, and conversations with the killers only reveal what the killers want to reveal, which does provide a sort of insight you don’t get with the movie version murderers we’re used to. The Afterword is the only part of the book that really offers any real satisfaction, for me at least.  I think by writing this book this way and including the gruesome, it took away from Tony’s brain injury and its effects on his world, making it almost a footnote. That could have been an interesting book. Instead, the spotlight is on these killers and their deeds, with the concern for their victims overshadowing the interest in Tony.

This book does remind you that these people are out there and there isn’t always a method to their madness. It’s like when you’re a kid in the dark and you think of all of the scary movies you’ve seen and you can picture what’s under the bed. But part of you hopes that’s not what there and part of you knows that’s not what’s there, but you don’t look. Just in case. Well, the images formed from the words of these killers is what’s under the bed. They are there, they don’t care, they can’t be fixed. Hopefully that made sense.