This huge collection of human perfidy isn’t leavened, as this kind of stuff should be, by a gripping story. It’s a seemingly endless collection of suprisingly short vignettes of murder, rape, and clueless cops–in fact, half the prose seems lifted from the kind of cop-speak that ends up on a blotter. The narration also shuffles along to match the text: a sort of morbidly down Wilford Brimley who hits a single note: humans do the darndest things. Bottom line: it became a burden to continue the audiobook.