A review by a_lex_reads
On Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts by Thomas De Quincey

3.0

"I'll play the part of a whetstone, which sharpens iron, but is itself unable to cut" - Horace. A sharp and twisty piece of writing, funny in its bleakness, worry, and Victorian morals. I think it draws a good observation of humanity's continuing fascination with the disturbing and how in our desire to understand it, we can end up deifying it.