Casey Anthony has a chapter here because all men dating since the ‘90s have run into a Casey. Casey is not just a reasonably cute young woman with a coy smile for the cover, a blog banner or even a Twitter profile pic. The cover using Casey Anthony seemed so appropriate. The hell we live in might be devised by others far from our control but you choose to use dating apps, you chase the partners you know deep down are wrong for you, and sometimes one gets away. While some of his observations confirm the online red pill squad, he finds new points to poke at those same men with. This is hell, and we do what we must to get by. There is no chance though, and the narrator seems to come to grips with that by the end. If I had only done this or that, I’d be happily married with a family and the Cape Cod style home. Built up over years, you begin to wonder if the narrator is trying to capture the moments as they happen or looking back trying to solve where he made missteps. It is sad, it does build with pain and for every moment where things look promising, you wait for the stomach punch to end the phase in his life or new, hope filled relationship. His book is a journey through the contemporary dating world and an anti-hero’s journey. The author, Billy Pratt, was not prolific but when he wrote about the dating game it drew me in for ten minutes. As a reader of literature of the edge, I had to pick up Welcome To Hell (on amazon).
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