Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Caleb Carr

“The year is 1896. The city is New York, and a serial killer is on the loose. Newspaper reporter John Schuyler Moore is summoned by his friend Dr. Laszlo Kreizler – psychologist, of ‘alienist’ – to view the horribly mutilated body of an adolescent boy abandoned on the unfinished Williamsburg Bridge. From there the two embark on a revolutionary new effort in criminology: creating a psycological profile of the perpetrator based on the details of his crimes. They’re soon joined by Sara Howard, the first woman hired by the New York City Police Department. The team’s dangerous quest takes them into the tortured past and twisted mind of a murderer who will kill again before their hunt is over.

Part Arthur Conan Doyle, part The Silence of the Lambs, The Alienist conjures up Gilded Age Manhattan, with its tenements and mansions, corrupt cops and flamboyant gangsters, shining opera houses and seamy gin mills. It’s the book that proved Caleb Carr a master at depicting the unsettling forces that trmble beneath everyday life."

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I quite like the story, the team without the Alienist (haha, wierd, right? I really don’t like him.), the great house they use as their headquarter, and the good food. All those worth four or more stars. However, I can’t stand the gabbling on and on about so many little things, at leas to me, they are little things I don’t care about. And I don’t like Dr. Kreizler.

I gave it three stars.