Murder as a Fine Art
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Narrateur(s):
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Matthew Wolf
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Auteur(s):
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David Morrell
À propos de cet audio
Gaslit London is brought to its knees in David Morriell's brilliant historical thriller.
Thomas De Quincey, infamous for his memoir Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, is the major suspect in a series of ferocious mass murders identical to ones that terrorized London 43 years earlier.
The blueprint for the killings seems to be De Quincey's essay "On Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts". Desperate to clear his name but crippled by opium addiction, De Quincey is aided by his devoted daughter, Emily, and a pair of determined Scotland Yard detectives.
In Murder as a Fine Art, David Morrell plucks De Quincey, Victorian London, and the Ratcliffe Highway murders from history. Fogbound streets become a battleground between a literary star and a brilliant murderer, whose lives are linked by secrets long buried but never forgotten.
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Performance
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Histoire
- Genevieve Paquette
- 2021-03-22
shockingly boring
Shockingly boring.
It takes a special skill to make a serial killer thriller this dull. It's excruciatingly slow, and not all that much actually happens until the last hour and a half, and even that's not terribly compelling. Half the prose is like, little asides from the author regarding details of life in the period or other "pertinent" facts. Which was such a weird choice! The other half is written from the perspective of deQuincey's daughter, with a few parts from the perspective of the killer and then from kind of a general third person. I sort of understand where the author was going, but it was a mess.
Then there are the protagonists, DeQuincey and his daughter. They are exceedingly hard to like. The famous author comes off as an insufferable intellectual lost in his own world, and his daughter is one of those bright, exceptional young things with something to prove. And yet they too are boring. But the villain, though, right? Wrong. A military man with daddy issues, a twisted hero complex and a moral crusade against opium.
Yeah, this was 110% not for me.
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