Andrew Solomon writes a heart-breaking and compassionate account of an interview with Peter Lanza, father of the Sandy Hook shooter Adam Lanza.  One of the frustrating pieces of this story is there appears to be no one to blame.  Even in hind-sight, there are almost no signs that Adam would commit such violence.  It is a story that requires us to live with no answers.  Solomon describes Peter Lanza’s dilemma:

Interview subjects usually have a story they want to tell, but Peter Lanza came to these conversations as much to ask questions as to answer them. It’s strange to live in a state of sustained incomprehension about what has become the most important fact about you. 

Solomon seems to say, sometimes things just go bad. I hate that, but there is something reassuring about Solomon and Lanza's search the the facts.