isn’t often the sheer depth of
malevolence gets to bug this
man’s fancy pants; but there
in a piece of fiction without a
polite horror-ending positing
earned malediction you had
to yield to, was hope justice
would be aptly ‘rendered’ –
but it’s too neatly ‘wrapped’
into seamlessly loose ends
tucked via rendering which
feels phony – such cases of
bad versus tawdry suggest
unbelievable identification
© 13 March 2012, I. D. Carswell
