I'm about murdered out. I had recently picked up a case of Cantwell's new book about the Ripper and after mentioning it in a thread, Boris pointed me to www.casefile.org. I've never really read a lot about serial killers, though I've watched more than a few shows about them. No fictionalized shows based on real killers, with the exception of Henry: Portait of a Serial Killer, which was loosely based on Henry Lee Lucas.
In order to serve as a foil to both Cantwell and casefile, I picked up a few books by FBI profilers. One, simply titled, Serial Killers and another Cases That Haunt Us. I also grabbed Devil in the White City which was highly recommended by Salon.com. The first two had chapters on the Ripper. The third is about the killer at the Columbian exposition in Chicago.
I can't read anymore. I'm sick of these people, I don't want to know anymore! It was Zodiac that did it. After reading about him I'm kinda freaked out.
What is with the facsination about these creeps? I'm still curious, and part of me wants to study, but I'm revolted and disgusted by it. Part of me feels like a ghoul, a voyeristic ghoul who is participating in these crimes vicariously. I feel dirty and slimy.
But I've known people who really enjoy knowing about these people. And then there are the fans, and worst of all are the women who throw themselves at these men (they're almost always men).
Gah, I need to scrub my brain.
In order to serve as a foil to both Cantwell and casefile, I picked up a few books by FBI profilers. One, simply titled, Serial Killers and another Cases That Haunt Us. I also grabbed Devil in the White City which was highly recommended by Salon.com. The first two had chapters on the Ripper. The third is about the killer at the Columbian exposition in Chicago.
I can't read anymore. I'm sick of these people, I don't want to know anymore! It was Zodiac that did it. After reading about him I'm kinda freaked out.
What is with the facsination about these creeps? I'm still curious, and part of me wants to study, but I'm revolted and disgusted by it. Part of me feels like a ghoul, a voyeristic ghoul who is participating in these crimes vicariously. I feel dirty and slimy.
But I've known people who really enjoy knowing about these people. And then there are the fans, and worst of all are the women who throw themselves at these men (they're almost always men).
Gah, I need to scrub my brain.
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