OK, I must confess I picked up the book based on the cover. I barely had a look at the author, my eyes were drawn on the very Dexter-like blood splatters, the picture of a mansion in an old-timey frame and seeing the word Butler… made me think of all the crime novels I read where the conclusion was easy:
The butler did it.
Now, this book is not a confession of a butler talking about his life in service in the same way that Kazuo Ishiguro talked in The remains of the day. This is more of a memoir from prison, very much similar to Jeffrey Archer’s Cat O’Nine Tales.