This book is easy to read, with lots of conversation. It did hold my interest. I felt like I was reading Lawrence Block's fantasies, which they clearly are. "If I were a hit man, what would I do?" Keller, the hit man, lives in New York City, like Block. His comings and goings in various U.S. locales (mostly the mid-west it seems) bring to mind Lawrence Block traveling in these places, how he would react, the people he would meet. A nice fantasy, but with one exception: Lawrence Block doesn't really murder people, but Keller does.
Keller is obviously a sociopath. Essentially, this means he can murder and feel no remorse about it. I'm pretty sure there are youngsters out there in the world who want to emulate Keller, but is it right to trivialize his conduct and make him appear an Everyday Guy? Well, whether it's right or wrong is not the issue I guess, but what holds interest. Or is it?
This attraction to criminals and murderers, which apparently is a long-standing love affair for humanity, definitely says something about we humans. Is it any wonder we need God? Without a higher power, we'd really be at the edge of extinction, because, who else would keep us all from trying to be little Kellers, little "wanna be hit men" (and women?).
Oh, that's right, this is a "men's" book: It's the men who idolize these killers and cool hit men, isn't it? Keller's business associate Dot seems to be an exception, in that she also seems to vicariously enjoy his hits, but isn't that unusual for women, that is, to enjoy the idea of murder (and to benefit financially from it)? I think most women would be a little more upset about Keller, and take less vicarious interest in him, than men.
So thank Heaven for little girls! It's them and God keeping us from bloodthirsty Chaos Itself (Hell?). Diximus.