Although some might doubt this, there were times while reading Joe Casey‘s The Milkman Murders that I felt absolutely transported to my very own youth in suburban hell. My growing up was far more like this book than Father Knows Best and I was amazing at how well Casey captured it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I neither witnessed or participated in the murder of anyone. But I certainly lived through many of the other vulgarities that Casey portrays in the setup of this book.
My own contemporary life seems contrary to what happens in this book: I have no kids and my friends and coworkers who do have kids all seem to be living an LA version of Father Knows Best. But maybe I can say that because I don’t see them candidly every day and I rarely see the negatives in their lives. However, I do wonder if I were to see their secret lives or take a trip to the San Fernando Valley or even some flyover state that things might be more like The Milkman Murders.
The Milkman Murders is a really difficult and often disgusting story that compares perceived notions of mainstream child-rearing to somewhat exaggerated examples of actuality. This title is often vicious and cruel in terms of violence but also in its portrayal of suburban life. It seems to hold back no contempt for that same culture and often reminded me of the People of Walmart site. Casey expertly intertwines a basic horror setup and ending with a no-holds-barred look at how much of the United States lives – even if they don’t want to admit it.