Inspired by 'the most hated woman in the UK', a serial killer that's never named in the novel, we are faced with a cop's vigil as a warder of the woman's corpse in the morgue. Many thanks to Carmen... again! for this extreme and beautiful novel that should be quoted entirely; so at random:
"He studied himself for minutes on end, trying to catch a glimpse of it. The weakness, the ugliness. The fatal flaw. It must always have been there, he thought. Other people had seen it, perhaps. If they had, they'd said nothing: it wasn't the kind of thing you could talk about. It had taken the birth of a child to establish it beyond all doubt. To bring it out into the open".
A read that lingers...
