by Robert Bloch
Terrible 1966 revision of the 1947 novel. They just randomly tossed in updated pop culture references (ex. “The kind of girl who wore false eyelashes” instead of “the kind of girl who wore harlequin frames”), then made a key change to the opening scene and tacked on a completely new and completely t...
Bloch’s first novel is styled as the written confession and diary excerpts of a serial killer. The misogyny is so vividly portrayed that I could only read so much at a time before needing to go scrub my brain and find something more pleasant to occupy it. The main character’s hatred, though targeted...