Title: Given the reviews here, disappointing
Product review: I turned to this book as possible first-hand source material for a seminar on violence and enculturation in modern America. What did I come away with? A whining, immature rant about how things aren't "his fault". Society made them do it. Instead of the lucid expose that so many of these reviews promise, this book presents us with a whining, tattling exercise that does no service to anyone or anything, and serves only to feed the self-serving desires of the author.The prose is itself slang-ridden and nearly impossible to read. One wonders whether this is the work of the co-author, trying to make the piece seem edgy and relevant. It ultimately acts only as an off-putting, succeeding in alienating the reader, making it difficult for us to form a closeness: though we might wish to. A tragedy such as this is deserving of a far better voice than is provided by this book.
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