Meet Morris Duckworth. The persecuted and restless Raskolnikov of our days. Innocent killer. Reasonable madman. A poor tutor one day realizes that there is only one way to win Fortune's favor - to abandon traditional morality and invent his own. Morris kidnaps the young Italian girl Massimina, who is in love with him, and from now on there is no turning back. “Dear Massimina” is a sophisticated and unusual psychological thriller. Tim Parks captures the essence of the killer's madness, his ability to imitate normal human feelings. Don't expect Parks to describe in detail how blood drips from the ice pick onto the severed limbs. Morris Duckworth isn't scary at all, he's not even disgusting. He's not a maniac at all. He is an unfortunate poor fellow, for whom you sympathize with all your soul and are afraid of your own sympathy. Morris' crime odyssey is described with Hitchcockian humor. Morris's experiences are terrible and comical, and there is no end to them. But there is an ending that will make you breathe a sigh of relief and immediately be horrified by it.