Finally finished reading this monster.
It was just breathing with bitterness, and, remarkably, with complete lack of empathy and lots of finger-pointing, which made it at times hard to read and yet it's due to this coldness that the text was particularly illuminating on how a serial killer views the world and what is missing in it for him (in this case, a man). There is a certain blindness, a sense of doom, and out of it a desire to prove something and exalt and experience that goes overboard, i.e., murder. And yet this book is sprinkled with insights that perhaps only a killer might see in other killers, and those were fascinating. But beware. This book is written by a killer after all, who is a psychopath and an egomaniac and a liar.