I expect that this was incredibly shocking when it was first published. We have moved so far since 1963 that it seems quite tame now but it is still a powerful story.
The first part, told from the point of view of the ‘collector’, is the best. Here the motive – or lack of it – is laid bare. The second part consists of the diary of the ‘collected’ where we receive the same information from her point of view.
Both narratives lead to the same tragic end.