Three books came to mind here.
At first I thought of Nabokov’s Lolita. The main character Humbert with his antisocial tendencies is quite deplorable. His intellectual, quiet and genteel demeanor makes his actions all the more sickening.
Ironically, I actually enjoyed Nabokov’s writing style. Lolita is written in the first person, a style I prefer when reading and writing. I found the book very easy to read and it was probably because of this that I managed it to finish it.
I realized that Lolita, as controversial as its contents are, could not be that bad when compared to the following books:
At least I finished Lolita. I couldn’t get even half way through either of the above books. I have no idea how they end and frankly I don’t care.
If you have seen the movie American Psycho with Christian Bale in the lead then you’ll have an idea what the book is about. Call it the original Dexter if you like.
As for Rhinehart (I think this is a pseudonym), The Dice Man didn’t exactly have a bad plot. In fact the theme was quite genius. It’s about a psychiatrist who decides one day that he will make all his decisions based on the roll of the dice. Sounds very exciting but unfortunately I did not get as far as the eventual dice-throwing.
In the beginning of the book you get to meet some of the psychiatrist’s patients. We get to hear some pretty revealing information about their lives, which is fine. But when one patient happens to be a narcissistic, sociopathic serial rapist, its where I drew the line. And because of the doctor-patient confidentiality clause, the shrink cannot report this man to the police and has to contend with fresh details every session about the women he has raped for the week. As you can guess, reading this made me feel quite ill.
The Dice man is apparently a very famous book, having inspired many films and other novels, and even a few musicians.
It’s definitely not my cup of herbal tea however, and neither is American Psycho.