A gut-grabber, as hard as rocksalt, about Charles (who loves his mother Ann too much) and his sister Elise (who loves him too much) and mother Ann, now bedridden, who spends all her days and nights watching the old movies -- some of which she'd appeared in -- in their company and that of a faithful homosexual hairdresser. But Charles gets out of the house -- he's a Los Angeles public librarian; he's also a gift watcher-stalker-killer with Jane Atkins, his fourteenth victim, and more to come (the L.A. policeman on the case seems somewhat less effective). You'll watch too -- you'll wait with Charles, who usually hides behind shower curtains before coming out with his knife -- until Elise learns the truth about him and finally does away with him in one of those new crunchy garbage compactors. . . . Mr. Reese (whose earlier books are unknown to us -- paperbacks first?) knows just what he's doing. . . to you.