Jim Thompson had a rather unique and challenging youth as he worked on oil rigs. The work there was not only filthy but also extremely dangerous and deeply hair-raising. All this was done in the pursuit of something that was both precious yet polluted. Interestingly, reading his novels has a surprisingly similar feel. His whiskey-soaked misogyny can make one's skin crawl. However, his remarkable ability to explore the darkest recesses of the human soul, with great skill and a touch of sympathy, is unrivaled in the world of literature.
This particular book by Thompson is, without a doubt, the best one I've read by him so far. In fact, it is also one of the best books I've ever read in terms of sheer narrative skill. The protagonist in this book is one of the great unreliable narrators in fiction. He is a charming and brilliant psychopath who is fully aware of how sick he is. He makes no excuses for his actions and only has a faint wish that he could stop. That fatalistic sense of resignation, combined with the narrator's undeniable charm despite his truly hideous deeds, makes this book an absolute masterpiece and a tour de force.
Jim Thompson