A review by lowlifeform
DES: The Theatre of Death by Martin Bladh

dark reflective medium-paced

there's a bizarre exchange in this book where shane levene tries to explain to bladh that nilsen probably didn't know who mishima and genet were because few people would have had access to their works in the 70s and it's unlikely they stock them in prison libraries, and bladh is like yeah but why didn't he look for their books? lol. bladh is extremely pretentious, he really badly wanted nilsen to have the same artistic frame of reference as him and literally stopped exchanging letters with him when it turned out he didn't. i love the photography in here though, particularly the "sad sketches" where bladh takes on the positions of nilsen's victims as nilsen remembered them- very morbid of course but compelling and beautiful.