Some of the other reviews mention that this book lingers, and it does. For me, that’s the mark of a successful book, and this one made me think, reflect inward, and feel varying levels of empathy, disgust and curiosity. This book isn’t shallow as it may seem, and it’s about a lot more than a dead Hollywood star.
This book takes us down the rabbit hole into several characters who are unreliable, self-absorbed, damaged and at times delusional. But while these types of characters often feel vapid and lifeless, such as the leads in most Bret Easton Ellis novels, there was a mystery and depth about these people—a sort of sadness at the fact that they are so utterly influenced by fame that they cannot navigate clearly through the world. The story acts as a microcosm where everyone is either famous, trying to be famous, or famous by proxy. “Regular” people don’t really have a place at all aside from the adoring Kelly Trozzo fans, referred to as KTTroops or soldiers, only referenced for their undying love and worship of Trozzo—a tidbit we should all take a moment to digest.
The book is very suspenseful and an entertaining read, but it is certainly not light-hearted. The narrator and main murder suspect, Kaleb Reed, refuses to let go of his dark past and intensely focuses his unstable mind on “protecting” women. While this is a familiar trope, the author uses Kaleb’s character to showcase the dangerous combination of his toxic masculinity with a true mental illness. Meanwhile, mega-star Kelly Trozzo is so confused by her own identity that she lives in a complete fantasy world, desperate for love and attention but going about it in a way that leaves her misunderstood by everyone, including herself.
Toward the end of the book, I found myself less concerned with finding out who killed who, and more wrapped up in the characters’ bizarre self-images. It almost doesn’t even matter who killed Kelly Trozzo. They all did. We all did.