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, illustrates her 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."