First Sentence: Of all my memories, of all my life’s innumerable sensations, the most onerous was that of the single murder I had committed.
Back of the book:
A man comes across a short story which recounts in minute detail his killing of a soldier, long ago – from the victim’s point of view. It’s a story that should not exist, and whose author can only be a dead man. So begins the strange quest for the elusive writer ‘Alexander Wolf’. A singular classic, The Spectre of Alexander Wolf is a psychological thriller and existential inquiry into guilt and redemption, coincidence and fate, love and death.
Last Sentence: There, staring back at me from the grey rug covering the floor of the room, were the dead eyes of Alexander Wolf.