An author known only as 'Jack' finds a blank book and
envisions its empty pages inscribed
with an exposé recounted by Seymour
Starkey, a simpleminded security guard and
convicted sex offender whose
alleged nine-year-old victim, one Violetta Vickers,
travails through self-drawn pen and ink tattoos
that she applies to various parts
of her anatomy. 'VV' is a genius.
Seymour is a dolt.
Neither is what Jack would lead us to believe, in his
maladapted "Memoir of a Pedophile."