Book Review: Within This Walls
Within These Walls by Ania Ahlborn
A washed up true crime writer moves to a house where a horrible murder took place. His scrag daughter goes from vaguely hating him to full blown crazy. Flashbacks to 1983 show how a woman’s bottomless neediness made her prime cult bait. And the cult leader’s mad rants about eternal life may not be so mad. This isn’t unspeakably tragic or overpoweringly poignant or a catalogue of hideousness. Instead this is boring and fetid, full of archness, contrivance, coy campiness and a ridiculous ending.
Best Lines:
“Suddenly the cereal bowl was a personal affront.”
“What are people writing to this guy about? Don’t you ever get worried?”