I am bad A bad, bad man, Willy Muller tells us, and on first evidence the reader might be inclined to agree A suspected murderer and a confirmed hack, the protagonist of Everything You Know is a Hollywood style bottom feeder with no evident sense of shame In London, years ago, Willy went to prison for killing his wife Once released on appeal, he alienated his few rem I am bad A bad, bad man, Willy Muller tells us, and on first evidence the reader might be inclined to agree A suspected murderer and a confirmed hack, the protagonist of Everything You Know is a Hollywood style bottom feeder with no evident sense of shame In London, years ago, Willy went to prison for killing his wife Once released on appeal, he alienated his few remaining friends by writing a tell all memoir of his married life before making the natural progression to churning out second rate sleb bios The crap just bubbles out of me, uncorrupted, Willy muses, half proud, half appalled Bad writing is my gift Did Willy kill his wife Or did she hit her head in a fall Either way, he is still alarmingly full of bile, raging against a world populated by malignant dwarfs, trolls, and lipsticked ferrets When his daughter kills herself using pills, Willy counts his blessings after all, Sadie might have done herself in in any number of vulgar or grotesque ways The man even calls his dying German mother Herr Kommandant to her face Temporarily shacked up in Puerto Vallarta with his girlfriend, a cosmetic surgery victim who wears a perpetual expression of parched exhilaration, Willy takes his rage out on everyone around him, including himself In fact, he waxes almost loving about his own physical decay his skin with its ancient, battered look of fried liver, ears with a violet tinge at their curly edges, like exotic s