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The most comparable author for me isn't among the above-mentioned, nor the blurbed The Silence of the Lambs (also mentioned within the text), but early Ian McEwan, like The Concrete Garden. One might almost say an adaptation (as Almost Transparent Blue more pastichely seemed to be of Burroughs) which is self-aware of this very process (even parodizing it in Frank as ersatz representative American psycho: I am tempted to think there's a hint of Lolita's Humbert Humbert here too), raising it above mere rape/murder thriller.