Serial killers, convicted or alleged, undoubtedly exude a kind of corrupt majesty. Among them, for sheer originality and rather whiffy charisma, the modern emperor must be Jeffrey Dahmer. It was, of course, neither nice nor good of him to murder seventeen rather vulnerable young men (mostly black, but he was no racist) and yet he remains oddly child-like. His good and honourable father, Lionel Dahmer, feels this too in a moving personal account of his own attempt to come to terms with his son’s nature – mass murderer, necrophiliac and cannibal.
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