A monster in the collection of Marc Dugain. After Stalin and Hoover, up to Edmund Kemper, serial killer, author of at least eight murders, including those of his paternal grandparents and his own mother. In his novel, Avenue of the Giants, Dugain renamed Al Kenner, gives him ten centimeters longer (2.20 m) than in reality, but the bloody path he describes is very faithful to that of the man who still lives , within the four walls of a cell of a California prison. The author, by opting for the "I" in the greater part of his book, literally plunges inside the head of the murderer in America in the 60s a dizzying descent into hell, since childhood disrupted a boy struggling with a terrible mother, who hates his son and humiliated - "I am the first woman to have a miscarriage brought to completion" she said to his subject- and subject to the worst obsessions as if the devil had entered him. No question Dugain to find extenuating circumstances in the criminal, but to investigate the depths of his psychology and seek to understand how a guy with a higher IQ than Einstein could have committed such acts. Through his acts, deeds and thoughts, an entire era unfolds before our eyes. America after the Kennedy assassination, the Vietnam War and its hippie protesters, the wide open spaces that travels on a motorcycle Kenner, usually at night. Avenue of the Giants is a disturbing thriller adopts the codes to better deflect. The novel does not dissect successive crimes of his character, he gathered them in the later explanations of Kenner, in frighteningly lucid analysis he draws, fantasies to the enjoyment of acting out. Some pages are terrifying, not in what is shown, but in what is suggested. Morbid humor, which persists until the last lines, makes the novel even more perverse and, it must be said, effective. A sort of masterpiece of the genre, as complex and disturbing that the personality of his hero. Sensitive souls refrain.
