“At 42 Augusten Burroughs is the first to admit he has written ‘more memoirs than anyone my age should be entitled to write.'” But he’s got another coming out, about his father this time, and “gone are the sharp one-liners, the exaggerated portraits and the wacky antics. In their place is a chilling and terrifying depiction of a soulless sociopath who can barely contain a murderous rage.”