i REALLY wanted to like this, but unfortunately the author refused to distinguish between fact and fiction. i don't mind speculation, in fact i really enjoy it! but it MUST be clear what is and isn't true...
i like cosey's work but this book is a snoozefest. incredible how she lived such an interesting life yet makes it sound so dull. she often comes across as shallow; there is very little of the self-reflection or introspection you would expect in a memoir, it's just a list of events and places and people. why should i care about her taxes or the minute details of a heated email exchange? hundreds of pages should have been cut before this was released. and while i don't mean to criticise her personal life, i wish more emphasis had been placed on HER, her outlook and ideas, rather than her relationships with the men in her life, which is really the central focus of the work.
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.