My Name is Vengeance

Macabre, thoughtful, disgusting, blasphemous, insightful, horrifying, erotic, unbelievable, grotesque, intelligent, graphic.

This is the novel that scares even me and why it took me more than 25 years to write it, from the first idea sketched out in my personal journal in 1995, to a final draft about four years ago.

My Name is Vengeance is a disturbing yet thought-provoking recounting, in the killer's own words, of why he does what he does. He considers himself a pioneer, a scientist, an explorer, and an adventurer within the multi-faceted and colored moral environment of humankind. He describes his self-proclaimed experiments in detail, while also informing the reader of the purpose for each. He tells us, "I first had sex with my sister in the fall of the year I killed my father," while monologuing upon topics from acrophobia, to the danger of being too future focused, to the causes of road rage. In empathic detail, he recounts the story of his family's cancer crisis, then speaks of God, abuse, friendship, and sex. He is Hannibal Lector, Stephen Hawking, and Aristotle all rolled into one, yet unique within a world he knows and laments is incapable of understanding him as he describes his killing of more than 70 people.

Nothing is held back. This is the full-frontal exposure of the mind of an infinitely-complex serial killer who sees what he does not as violence or murder, but as experiments and the discovering of new knowledge whose value to mankind he sincerely believes warrants every life taken.

 

Genre: literary horror

Cover art: AI generated by Canva