Don't much like it. I know many do, so I try not to judge. I picked up a mystery in a bookstore yesterday that boasted, "If you like suspense paired with truly grisly detail..." Put it down, even though critics and friends have told me it's very well done.
We all have a line in our tiny little minds, a line we don't like crossed. How much detail should there be as to what the killer did to the victim? How much physical pain and emotional distress can we put our protagonist through? How much do we want to know about autopsy, putreficiation, and such?
I'll admit it. I'm a wimp. I turn away when the CSI or NCIS or whoever person really gets into a corpse. I never saw THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST. And I am a terrible caregiver, being uninterested in, even averse to, watching the human body work internally.
This from an author whose upcoming book centers on beheaded corpses left scattered around London. I guess it's all in the execution. So to speak.