Setting aside the two big events that happened outside of this true crime book from Michelle McNamara. The author’s untimely death mid-writing and the capture through genetics of the Golden State Killer, what I was left with was a book that is less than satisfying.
Then again, I brought high expectations to I’ll Be Gone in the Dark. And initially as the story interweaves between McNamara and her childhood and accounts of the increasingly horrifying crimes, the expectations are met. But then the book settles down into simplistic recounting of the assaults and murders and theories that range from weird to faintly plausible and it becomes a little too voyeuristic.
By the end, in sections cobbled together by researchers, the book just becomes an outline that, when paired with the actual killer take on a wild guess character.
For a beer to pair with it, since the crimes started in the Sacramento area, I would go with Fieldwork Pulp or Pulp Free or Track 7’s Panic IPA. Bitter beers for a bitter point in California history.