Richard Neville (1) (1941–2016)

A very competent write up of the life of serial killer Charles Sobhraj. The hippie trail across Asia in the 1970s is vividly described, a time when picking up mail once a week was your only contact with home; Afghanistan was on the tourist map then and Freak Street in Katmandu, with its limitless ganja. was the Mecca. Enter Charles Sobhraj with his bag of pharmaceuticals to drug unsuspecting travellers. He wanted passports and money, he sold jewels, he gambled. Many women found him irresistible even after they discovered his crimes. He had no qualms about killing people if they knew too much about him, and it's hinted that he also killed for pleasure. He was extremely resourceful, escaping from prisons in France, Greece, Afghanistan and India. He would think nothing of dropping everything and driving his car from France to India. Neville, the author, was an Australian journalist and an expert on counter-culture, his wife Julie Neville helped him research. In this updated version she has written an introduction and a conclusion. I was going to give Richard Neville's account four solid stars until I read Julie Clarke's conclusion written forty years later. She really hit the nail on the head:

I’ve come to see that these ‘hero’s journey’ stories, which occur in all cultures, are a fascinating tool. We are the hero of our own stories. Setting off in innocence down whatever road we randomly choose when we are too young to know what we are doing, we all meet helpers, and tricksters. We face dangers, find and lose friends and love, trip over cliffs, and usually in one way or another, survive adversity. Through our mistakes and our suffering, most of us slowly learn the lessons of kindness, forgiveness, acceptance, tolerance, gratitude, and of living in the present. As we mature through this process, if we are fortunate, we realize that life is a mixture of light and dark. It’s an adventure which ‘must be lived forwards but can only be understood backwards,’ as Kierkegaard said. But psychopaths are on a mission to exploit everyone and every situation for their own purposes. Their journey is a different one. They are not pebbles to be smoothed by the ebb and flow of life’s currents. They are igneous rock that stay for ever jagged and dangerous, with remorse and empathy unknown emotions. Their journey is one solely of exploitation. One of the lessons of this cautionary tale should be an awareness that such ‘inhuman humans’ do live amongst us. Many don’t end up in jail, but rather reach the highest level in the corporate and political spheres. By their very existence they can allow us to appreciate what it means to be a flawed, suffering, well-meaning human being. … (meer)

Richard Neville and his partner were the two Australian journalists who got the story of Charles Sobhraj after he was arrested in Delhi. Random House got the contract to tell his story.

I like that Julie Clark ended the book by interviewing Herman Knippenberg. And, I am surprised that, as journalists, they bought the story that Charles had been hired as a 'hit man' to knock off drug peddlers. As Herman Knippenberg pointed out, hired hitmen do not draw attention to themselves. Neither do they burn people while they are still alive.

To me, when they told the tale, is a weakness. I get the impression that Richard Neville was deeply impressed - hypnotized - by Charles, and Julie Clarke mentioned it as well.

Their description of "Monique" is considerably more generous than other accounts I have read.

While they covered most of the areas, I think that the analysis was poor.

They did indeed cover, to some extent, Knippenberg's investigation. If you consider that they were hired to write the story they should have covered this in more detail. It would have been fascinating.

All in all - they tick the boxes, but they don't bring his character to life.… (meer)