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This book specicifally deals with a leengthy, but rather exciting life of a now elderly gentleman and his only son. It describes this man as a slaughterhouse laborer who was forced to retire from his lifelong task and family tradition. Like his father before him, he lost many things in his life that mattered, specifically his wife, his father, and his infamous “job.” Mr. Frank Gulnn, this old man, filled with a seething mixture of witheld emotions which were pulling at him from all directions as he dwelled on this farmland that he provided for his family. Mr. Gulnn transformed into a secretive and insane murderer as he butchered innocent people in his kitchen of this old, humble white farmhouse. His adult son, Roger Gulnn, eventually became witness to his father’s various altering moods. The middle aged man, Roger, carrying within, profound love of his aged father, soon became afraid, but now he was afraid OF him, rather than FOR his building atrocities, like his fiendish plots against unsuspecting women. In the end Mr. Gulnn kills himself only after finding the love of his surviving son is intact. (At least, that is what the old man thinks.) Unable to tangibly bear being completely alone with only the tools of his “beloved trade,” hence the “bearer of the cleaver” was no more. Leaving a small rural farming community in shock and a son emotionally crippled and savagely torn. Despite it all, love manages to beat beneath coatings of tragic discord. The slaughterhouse is a nesessary evil, but it can become a place of reckoning. It was the place which contained this old gentleman’s very identity, only it got the better of him. Using the very cleaver that belonged to his slaughtering father before him; A tale of “fatherly’ slaughter!
