As long as the evil stares at us with his eyes bloodshot and his mouth slavering rage, then there is no problem. Or rather, there is, but we identify, recognize it, we can isolate and fight it. Do, however, when evil has the reassuring face of Lou Ford, deputy sheriff of a small town in Texas? Lou is quiet, maybe sometimes a bit 'boring, but it is certainly a good man, those who listen and who have interest in other people's problems. Pity that in his mind there is something wrong, something that has its roots in the past, something that has to do with violence and with women.
Thompson's style is dry and elegant, but that is not sufficient to make The Killer Inside Me the great book that is, its merit lies in showing Lou for what it is: a human being, as disturbed. Thompson chooses to tell us the whole damn story right from Lou, fully aware that his 'illness' that now, after fifteen years, could come back to affect you for making us share his thoughts, his emotions dissociated, its paranoia, the pitiless logic yet terribly coherent behind his every action.
THOROUGH VERSION (AtlantideZine)
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