As I have mentioned on occasion, I am trying to read 100 books this year. To that end, when I see a short book that grabs my attention I will usually take a chance on it. 1) it is short which helps me towards my goal 2) if it isn’t a great book I haven’t sacrificed a lot of time.
Hence, my reading Of Vengeance by J.D. Kurtness
A chilling justification of a life of violence, as nonchalant as it is grim.
My take? What a weird little book.
I think the supposed charm is the nonchalant tone and descriptions as a chance accident leads to the development of a psychopath. It is the story of a clearly morally deranged person but who approaches her “hobby” as if it was hiking or a competitive sport. Not sure I see the appeal.
Sure, everyone has had the urge to get revenge on the jerks and inconsiderate among us but reading about how a person might go about building a life around living out such a choice is unsettling and dark. Maybe that was the point…
On the other hand, we have the Montreal Review of Books:
This isn’t, in the end, an attempt to solve or get away with a murder; instead, Of Vengeance hints at another layer of crime that forms the undercurrent of the novel. In deceptively simple prose, Kurtness mounts a poignant and timely argument about the danger of running headlong into the hands of technologies we don’t fully understand.
I agree with PW:
Kurtness writes smoothly, but the black humor won’t be to every taste. Readers into passive-aggressive fantasies will best appreciate this one.
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