Snapshots of the Ruins of my Life.

The lead character in this book is a sociopath. He kills a man in the commission of a burglary after he has already committed repeated acts of child molestation with his teenage daughter. His is an old story, one with tragic beginnings, one that was set in concrete for him from the time of his early childhood. His life is flawed from its outset almost. And by the time he is a ten year old he has to fend off the advances of his sick parent/Father that has molested him for five years at that point. In addition he is beaten by his Father regularly for any fault or error regardless of the fact that he is most a little boy when these things occur. Life sucks, as the saying goes. And Randall Evans life really sucks. He has opportunity for change but blows it completely with inappropriate conduct with his own child. The spiral of downward life having begun he never turns it around. He alliterates his narrative by comparing his bad times to the ruins of buildings. And he looks at these ruins from the perspective of a photographer who is taking snapshots of life. The final paragraphs of the book take you to the ultimate time for this man. But it is his life, the mess he made of it, and the mess his Father started it out to be that is the story here.