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For the record of the last four years shows a deeply unpleasant underside to her complex personality.  (kate mccann)

 It is not the evidence she provides in the book ......vanity amounting to self-obsession, a tendency to attack, sometimes physically, those who provoke her,  an obvious pleasure  .....No, it is much more serious: few people mean anything to her at all and  those that cross her...
People ...... those who have given her trouble. 
The experienced GNR officers who first appeared on the scene to search for her daughter, less fortunate in their careers than she, men of peasant stock on a poor wage in a poor country,  are treated with casual contempt by this erstwhile child of the Liverpool slums: “Tweedledum and Tweedledee”, she describes them mockingly, “bewildered and out of their depth”.     
                                                                                                                                The ghost of harmless old Mrs Fenn, who dared to be concerned for Madeleine’s  well-being,  is invoked to receive a paragraph of gratuitous insult before being despatched back to her grave; 
Justine McGuinness, having failed Kate McCann’s expectations in some obscure way, is tossed aside like a bunch of old flowers.

Isabel Duarte McCannfiles          
Such nice people, lawyers
Goncalo Amaral, of course,  stood squarely in her way. Having fed the UK rumour machine against him she watched, presumably with satisfaction, his career implode.  Once his book threatened to bring the facts of the investigation to a British public almost completely unaware of them, she set out not just to silence but to destroy him, using the crone Duarte and the wealth at her disposal — none of it earned — to tie him up in Kafkaesque legal netting, his money seized, his freedom of speech gone, his family dependent on friends for financial support. It was a ruthless desire to hurt, not to defend, that is so clearly revealed in her pursuit of Amaral and his family, a campaign that almost succeeded when the police officer’s  wife broke down and begged her husband to seek a settlement with the pair.
It is notable, by the way,  that Amaral’s memoirs  not only reveal a more cultivated individual than Kate McCann  — he actually shows awareness of the history and culture of his own country and an aesthetic appreciation of its landscape  — but a degree of humanity and warmth that is quite lacking in the icy heart at the centre of his adversary’s book. 
 The Tapas 7, her supposed friends, walk the streets and sands  of Praia da Luz like spectres, not real people.
But whether those feelings resulted from the loss of her daughter to a stranger or something altogether more complicated but just as terrifying, is open to question.
in the August 8 interview with the police and that dreadful episode in the apartment with Abreu and his assistant almost a month later, 
The book is one long, unconscious, confession, a cry for help.

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