In "Why I Don't Write Like Franz Kafka," William S. Wilson explores the unique connection between love, murder, and the city of Paris, suggesting that this relationship is difficult for outsiders to truly grasp. He posits that those who have experienced Paris understand the complex emotions that intertwine affection and violence, hinting at the city's dark allure.

Wilson portrays a love for Paris as a formative experience, one that teaches its inhabitants through both beauty and brutality. This 'murderous education' signifies the intense emotions and moral complexities evoked by the city, making it a profound influence on its lovers, shaping their perspectives on life and relationships.