The Hunter And The Choirboy

Two boys, with two very different lives, come together in a crime of precocious sophistication. How did childish games and grudges turn into all too bloody resolve and an American tragedy?

I was like a child in front of a stage, Hating the curtain as if it were in the way... --Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil

Childhood should be a game of waiting in the wings, of playing at hearts, broken then mended, of rehearsing life, falling but protected. But the news out of Jonesboro, Ark., last week was a monstrous anomaly: a boundary had been crossed that should not have been. It was a violation terrible enough to warrant waking the President of the U.S. at midnight on his visit to Africa, robbing him of sleep till daylight. It was news...

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