My Pet Serial Killer reviewed at Atticus Review

From the review:

My Pet Serial Killer is a complicated novel, but with a narrative that moves at such a quick pace, it’s hard to set down. Claire Wilkinson is a graduate student pursuing a degree in forensics, and as research for her thesis, she develops a plan to study a serial killer that has been targeting women in the area, named “The Gentleman Killer” by local media outlets. Claire doesn’t pester law enforcement or investigate the crimes to discover the killer’s identity. Rather, she uncovers who he is and forms a partnership with the man, named Victor. With her forensic expertise and his seemingly endless appetite for torture, murder, and dismemberment, they make the perfect pair. She keeps him safe, and in turn, she gets insight into what makes him tick. She transforms her apartment by soundproofing the walls, rigging it with cameras, and building a cage in which the killer can do whatever he wants with the women she chooses for him. For Claire, simply killing dozens of women is not good enough. The victims must be the right kind–they must have “fight” in them. She watches his every move, probing him about what the victims taste and feel like, criticizing what he does wrong, like an overbearing coach. As long as he does as she says, there is no way he will ever be caught, she tells him. Their relationship thrives as the body count climbs, and she studies him as they march toward serial killer immortality.

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Jessica Rawls interviewed me for Before Sunrise

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Here’s an excerpt:

BSP: So it seems you’ve been a jack of all trades. How did you come about mingling with so many varying paths and which was your favorite?

Seidlinger: “I have no idea. I am never the person that remains indecisive. If I want to pursue something, I just do it. I don’t linger around the idea for long. It’s probably why I ended up in so many different scenarios. I also feel like I’ve mellowed out extremely since focusing on writing/publishing. Those days of venturing up and down an interstate, blacking out in a band practice space, blowing out my vocal chords at a basement hardcore metal show due to the PA short-circuiting and being too lost in the music to notice, seeing my hands dry, red, and swarming with rashes due to the various chemicals used to detail (clean) cars all day, even waking up at 2AM to drive around the suburbs with certain struggling artists thinking that we might have to break into one of the houses, robbing the place (desperation does crazy things), forming insanely impractical plans only to end up at the local breakfast place, shortly before dawn, consumed by the doom of seeing our music/art dreams dying before our very eyes due to a lack of funds… yeah, I guess I never lingered around the idea of giving an idea a shot; I just started it. With very mixed results.”

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