The Marquis de Sade is alive and well and living in Sweden--or perhaps author Nikanor Teratologen is the devil himself, sending the English-speaking world a Scandinavian squib to remind readers that such reassuring figures as vampires and serial killers are no more frightening than pixies or unicorns in light of the depravity contained in one quiet suburb. Reading like a deranged hybrid of "Deliverance," "Naked Lunch," and "Tuesdays with Morrie," and rivaling "The 120 Days of Sodom" in its challenge to our assumptions as to what is acceptable (or not) in literature, "Assisted Living"...