Paperback, 192 pages
Simon & Schuster (September 10, 1998)
Meet Frank Cauldhame. Just sixteen, and unconventional to say the least:
Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different and more fundamental reasons than I'd disposed of Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda, more or less on a whim.
That's my score to date. Three. I haven't killed anybody for years, and don't intend to ever again.
It was just a stage I was going through.
Children can be bad when the parent is a loopy themselves. The Wasp Factory is one of those stories with such possibilities.
Frances was a normal kid . . . maybe . . . with three murders under his belt and his older brother who ended up in the loony house after setting neighborhood dogs on fire. Frances is not even a teenager yet, and is also missing the biggest part of his life that his father is holding with his secret.
This was a blowout ending, I really thought myself that his older brother was his actual alter-ego, but I guess I was wrong.
(as posted by Donald on Goodreads)