In his review of People Who Eat Darkness, Dwight Garner calls the book “not merely an exemplary piece of reportage but a sustained and quietly profound work of moral inquiry as well.”
“People Who Eat Darkness” is surprisingly soulful, especially in its portrait of Ms. Blackman, a young women who still traveled with a favorite stuffed animal, who read self-help books like “The Rules” and who confided to her diary how she loathed, more than anything else, her sense that “every single part of me from head to toe is completely average.”
The author had hoped to find her alive. He confesses he “dreamed one of the oldest male dreams of all: of being the knight who rides to the dark tower, slays the dragon, frees the missing damsel, and basks forever in the glory.” That being impossible, he’s done something nearly as good. He’s restored her to life in this vivid book.