Elliot Rodger’s mother once suggested he become a writer, and if you read his sprawling autobiography, titled “My Twisted World,” you can see why. At 22, with a deeply troubled mind, he still had a talent for words and observations. His tome reads like a novel, told by an unreliable narrator, documenting a spiral from childhood innocence to teenage isolation to a madman’s rage.
And it shows us how simplistic we can be in the face of too-frequent murder sprees like the one Rodger committed in California last weekend. We want them to be episodes of “CSI,’’ easy to blame on simple explanations: Poor health care. Lax gun laws. Games and movies that turn guns into metaphors for power. A culture of misogyny that encourages men to spin rejection into rage.