The language of the memoir has come a long way in all the years since he was nurtured by the amateur writers of the Studio, but from time to time he drops into his prose clichés “in the parlance of the Writers’ Studio,” such as ”stopped in our tracks” (38) , “my chest thr...
his insistence on some form of mechanistic determinism, his claim that there was no free will." Wilk makes the "'two unfortunate lads'" out to be the real sufferers here — victims of a cruel or indifferent Nature, who were driven to murder by an inborn compulsion that science is o...