Bio weapons, drugs and dirty cops is the mode of operandi in this story. There is some really insightful and scary topics covered in this story. The w...moreBio weapons, drugs and dirty cops is the mode of operandi in this story. There is some really insightful and scary topics covered in this story. The writing style works good for this made for film style of story. I would have liked more character development in this story and some more charge of thrill. As I write this I have a temperature and just come off emptying out my dinner, flu symptoms I don't know but after reading this story I might need to get checked out. I never liked the closeness of the underground and before my dinner made a journey to the bookstore to buy this book. I hope that it is not my last days! (my flu and underground is only fiction so don't panic)
"The Canary can identify thirty different pathogens within three minutes of their release, including anthrax, plague, small pox, tularemia, and E. coli."
" Nanotubes are specially constructed carbon molecules that make up the hardest and most flexible substance known to man. Can't be seen with the naked eye and have all sorts of interesting applications. In this case, the aerosol foam delivers a constellation of nanotubes that have been chemically bonded to molecules of simple carbohydrates-sugars."
" 'Stealth?' ' The pathogen lies dormant in the body until it's triggered by some external event. Like the herpes virus is triggered by stress."
"Piezoelectric nanofibers capable of storing kinetic energy generated by the human body. When woven into a shirt or pair of pants, they turned the garment into a portable battery pack, charging up a cell phone, radio, PDA-anything you might carry in your pocket."
There is is a noose waiting, waiting to tighten on a neck. That neck better be the killer of one stirred heart of a girl an expectant mother. Stirred h...moreThere is is a noose waiting, waiting to tighten on a neck. That neck better be the killer of one stirred heart of a girl an expectant mother. Stirred hearts, love and friendship. Many hearts wavered by one rather beautiful empty Heart, a web of family intrigue. Justice is the key, the good should rise above the evil ideally as the common rule. This story is one to be talked about for many years to come one I hold it highly up there with the greats of Human struggle, greats like 'To Kill a Mockingbird.' I think you feel the essence of what kind of story we are dealing with here soak it up and savor this delightful poignant true story presented in an exemplary fashion of storytelling of the joys and the losses in life. The bliss of youth and friendship and the grimness and loneliness of the loss of love and life.
Excerpts
"The contrast between the two girls seemed to give him a window into the nature of his soul; he thought he must be in love with Lillie, but it disturbed him that the way he felt about her was passionate and physical, almost violent in its ability to take over his entire body and mind. It would be so much more pleasant if he were in love with Nola."
" You couldn’t just Walk into a saloon on Main Street in the middle of the day, and into house of bad repute at night. People had morals then. Now it’s
just sin everywhere you go. People smoking, spitting, gambling, cussing. Nossir, in my day, people didn’t act thataway. They behaved theirselves, and people got along just fine, even if they didn’t like each other.”
"Reservoir’s the end of the line. I been twenty years driving this route, ever since the war ended, and Reservoir’s always been the end of the line.”
"is beauty all around. When you're out there trying to make your mark on the world, don't ever forget how beautiful it already is."
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You will find in this novel some swell writing, the story flows well and touches many issues of the modern era. The protagonist Denise rambles on life...moreYou will find in this novel some swell writing, the story flows well and touches many issues of the modern era. The protagonist Denise rambles on life, the bubble around her brother Nik the music artist and her mother Ada who is slowly heading down the Dementia road. The story includes real news headlines from timeline of 1978 to 2004 and the protagonists take on it and her heart felt view on matters. Lots of family stuff what could have been, what’s liked and disliked.
This book takes me back to Freedom by Franzen, but Spiotta connects better with Denise’s plight and the world around her, philosophical, intelligent and witty. The book’s ending could be better but I think the writer knows better than me the plotting of her story. That brings on a thought can perfection lead to insanity if you don’t balance the scales in life.
Excerpts
“Written words demand the deep attention that spoken words just aren’t entitled to. Writers get to pull something solid out of our relentless, everyday production of verbal mucilage. A writer is a word salvager and scavenger and distiller.”
“I have discovered how much memory can dissolve under pressure. The more I try to hold on to my ability to remember, the more it seems to escape my grasp.
I find this terrifying. I have become alarmed at my inability to recall basic facts of the past, and I have worked to improve things. I have been studying various techniques and even tricks, and I should employ them. Memory, it seems, clings to things. Named things. Spaces. Senses.”
“I believe I know that photos have actually destroyed our memories. Every time we take a photograph, we forget to embed things in our minds, in our actual brain cells. The taking of the photograph gets us off the hook, in a way, from trying to remember. I’ll take a photo so I can remember this moment. But what you are actually doing is leaving it out of your brain’s jurisdiction and relying on Polaroid’s, Kodak paper, little disintegrating squares glued in albums.”
“When I think of my family, I think that our history really lives in our bodies. The mind distorts and fails, but the body endures until it doesn’t, and up until that moment it held it all. I knew that when she died, it would be her body I would remember, her physical presence, and to recall any part of her body her smell, her hair would make me weep and grieve for her.”
“The Beslan School broke her open, but what purpose did it serve? What was a person supposed to do with all of this feeling? Feeling nothing was subhuman, but feeling everything, like this, in a dark room in the middle of the night, by yourself, did no one any good. Certainly not Denise, who held her head and wept, and watched two hours of breaking, beating new coverage. Of children and blood and chaos. Each possibility, not feeling or feeling, each response was inadequate.
The worst part would come tomorrow, when they repeated these images over and over; or the day after, when the world out there would move to the next thing, the next terrifying and electrifying and stupefying thing. Are we supposed to forget? If not forget, then what?”
Stories set mostly in Knockemstiff and some centred round A Paper mill where the author used to work. I have just completed recently reading his very...moreStories set mostly in Knockemstiff and some centred round A Paper mill where the author used to work. I have just completed recently reading his very good first novel The Devil All the Time which had some memorable characters and a brutal plot. With the novel being the first work of his I have read my expectations where risen high on the beginning of reading these short stories in his writing prose and they fell short in satisfying my appetite for his work slightly. These short stories do have memorable characters with the usually Pollock melancholy, grittiness and evilness. I felt that there was too many stories and some of them could have been made longer. You get the worst of the worst characters here involved in incest, murder and drugs but too many doses, would have been a whole lot better less doses of characters and longer stories. (less)
There is is a noose waiting, waiting to tighten on a neck. That neck better be the killer of one stirred heart of a girl an expectant mother.
Stirred h...moreThere is is a noose waiting, waiting to tighten on a neck. That neck better be the killer of one stirred heart of a girl an expectant mother.
Stirred hearts, love and friendship.
Many hearts wavered by one rather beautiful empty Heart, a web of family intrigue.
Justice is the key, the good should rise above the evil ideally as the common rule.
This story is one to be talked about for many years to come one I hold it highly up there with the greats of Human struggle, greats like 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'
I think you feel the essence of what kind of story we are dealing with here soak it up and savor this delightful poignant true story presented in an exemplary fashion of storytelling of the joys and the losses in life.
The bliss of youth and friendship and the grimness and loneliness of the loss of love and life.
Excerpts
"The contrast between the two girls seemed to give him a window into the nature of his soul; he thought he must be in love with Lillie, but it disturbed him that the way he felt about her was passionate and physical, almost violent in its ability to take over his entire body and mind. It would be so much more pleasant if he were in love with Nola."
" You couldn’t just Walk into a saloon on Main Street in the middle of the day, and into house of bad repute at night. People had morals then. Now it’s
just sin everywhere you go. People smoking, spitting, gambling, cussing. Nossir, in my day, people didn’t act thataway. They behaved theirselves, and people got along just fine, even if they didn’t like each other.”
"Reservoir’s the end of the line. I been twenty years driving this route, ever since the war ended, and Reservoir’s always been the end of the line.”
"is beauty all around. When you're out there trying to make your mark on the world, don't ever forget how beautiful it already is."
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"Winter in Woody Creek, Colorado. It is just after midnight on january 5, 1972, and this is when the fun begins. They call this the wee hours, but there is nothing small about the hours between midnight and dawn. These hours last forever, each one as long and endless as the black gulf between the stars. As I pound the keys, the licking of the clock syncs with the world’s heartbeat, and the rapid-fire staccato of my typewriter slows. Each breath is an eternity. These are not Wee hours; these hours are larger than life. They also call this the witching hour, and who knows? Perhaps they are right. All that I know for sure is that this is when I do my best work, under the cover of darkness. This is when I am strongest-when the whiskey and the mescaline and the pills course through my body, and my mind burns with a terrible righteousness and sense of indignation. This is alchemy. This is magic. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro, and I am certainly both. Ask anyone. They know. They’ll tell you that I am both weird and a pro. I am a professional writer and my role is that of the back-ground observer. I am a doctor of journalism, and there is nothing more professional than that. And the night? The night has never been weirder."
These are the opening lines of some really good writing prose. The story is a strain of the bizarre side with some solid analysis of life and politics. A world of Nixon, Hoover and Lovecraft. The American Dream is dead and Richard Nixon presents the American Nightmare for the main protagonist a writer. A series of hazards and madcap adventures. He voyages through lovecraftian places and characters. The story serves up an nice dose of reading involving occults, cults and fishlike lovecraft characters. The protagonist has an obsession with Nixon. Arkham and Innsmouth here we come! Innsmouth a town that feeds Dagon with human sacrifices. A town where subhuman fish people breed with local homecoming queens and mold and mildew are the interior decorator colours of choice. Eventually he descends via road trip to DC with his lawyer to speak to Edgar Hoover. When he meets he finds Hoover has devised a plan a wacky plan to swap brains with Nixon when the writer interviews him. 'Even Reagan' the writer remarks 'are you utterly insane? I've heard gibberish on this latest road trio, but that beats all! Ronal Reagan? He can't be president! I wonder how he would react if he knew Arnie 'i'll be back' became governor of L.A. An American nightmare. A writer who switches pen names and who's heart is filled with fear and loathing.
" The American Dream is dead. I know this because I proved it was dead two years ago when I ran for sheriff of Aspen on the Freak Power ticket. There is no American Dream anymore-no guiding principle for generations of our countrymen. In the end, the American Dream was left raped and bleeding and lying face down in an alley, drowning in its own vomit and urine. That was how it ended, but the American Dream didn`t die overnight. No, its death was slow and insidious, like a long, painful bout of intestinal cancer that starts out as just a little flatulence and terminates with you vomiting out your own bloody intestines through your mouth. There were a number of symptoms, but We didn’t spot them in time. The downfall of our last, true American hero, Muhammad Ali, mixed with the treacherous doings in our nation’s capital and the vacation paradise that is Vietnam and the savage anarchy of the Hells Angels and the riots and the sick depravity manifested in Las Vegas. All of this and more contributed to the death of the American Dream and gave birth to the American Nightmare."
"Gangsters, a silent but heroic drifter with second sight, and a whopper of a Florida hurricane. How can you go wrong?" (Stephen King, Entertainment W...more"Gangsters, a silent but heroic drifter with second sight, and a whopper of a Florida hurricane. How can you go wrong?" (Stephen King, Entertainment Weekly ) <
"Michael Koryta is one of our new dynamos in the world of books, and in The Cypress House he spreads his range, wedding suspense with the supernatural in the eeriness of 1930s Florida. He uses the psychology of place to penetrate the human heart and delivers his tale of hurricanes and love and hauntings with great narrative force. Koryta's becoming a wonder we'll appreciate for a long time." (Daniel Woodrell, author of Winter's Bone )
"Michael Koryta has fashioned a great character in his reluctant prophet, Arlen Wagner, a good man who ends up with an awful lot of blood on his hands before the denouement of this deliciously dark tale. Koryta is a fantastic storyteller, and the many admirers of his previous novel, So Cold the River, will find similar chilly pleasures awaiting them here." (Scott Smith, author of A Simple Plan and The Ruins ) My Review
A haunting Cleverly written story. The main protagonist Arlene has some scores to settle and souls to help close to home and out of town. The story is set in a bleak weather and financial climate. He finds himself in a town where more than his carpentry skills are needed. One woman a resident of Cypress House is in his need of his help, trapped in a web of bribery, murder and drug running at the hands of a gang of violent men. Arlene has already his own demons to deal with as he battles with and tries to understand his deceased fathers last words and days of lives. As time goes by he becomes closer to his father more than ever and starts to understand and realize his father. This was a a chilling story of human struggle in desperate times, a story written about many times before but presented here in a very different atmosphere and supernatural twist.
"This life was nothing but a
sojourn anyhow. A temporary stay, that of a, stranger in a strange land.
, “Love lingers,” Arlen said."
"It’s this place, he thought. There’s something wrong with this place. Death hides here, even from me.
The Cypress House, it was called. The Cypress House. That brought back
memories, too. Not of a highway tavern, though. No, no. The cypress houses of Arlen’s youth had been quite
different than that. They’d been houses of death another sort entirely. The last Pope was in one now. Every Pope who’d passed on was, as far as Arlen knew.
Always would be. Cypress Wood was required in the sacred burial rites of many faiths in many lands. The branches of the trees themselves were symbols of death mourning."
" You’re all I have in this world, son, that death can’t take. This world isn’t anything but a sojourn, to be sure, but death removes every trace unless you’re taken pains to leave one behind. You’re my trace, Arlen."
"He loved Work. Physical labor. It was a strange thing, maybe, but he loved the ache in his muscles at the end of a day, loved the sweat that coursed from his pores, loved the sound of a saw and the feel of a hammer, the
clean crack of a well-struck nail. So many men wandered this country now, looking for so simple a thing as work. It was a bizarre notion when you stopped to think about it, and Arlen figured it was a birth pang of a new world. So much had happened to cause this Depression, so many things he understood and more that he did not,
but in the end they all captured a simple idea: you couldn’t depend solely on yourself anymore. Not in the way men once had. You could have skill and strength and desire, but you had to find someone who needed to utilize those things. Was a time when, if you knew how to work metal, you’d set up a blacksmith shop and make l enough to support your family. Now, if you knew
how to work metal, you’d likely need a job in a factory where the needs of not a town but a state, a nation, a world, had to be met. It was all about size now: the big ran the world on the sweat of the small, and if the big faltered for any reason, the small were the first to go."
"“Cypress is damn strong."
“It makes the finest coffins,” Arlen said.“How in the hell do you
know a thing like that?”
“My father told me,” Arlen said. “He paid a lot of mind to such things.”
It's Halloween time in a Midwestern town 1963. A Haunting descendth upon a town! The October Boy cometh! But why? And what is his origin? One thing fo...moreIt's Halloween time in a Midwestern town 1963. A Haunting descendth upon a town! The October Boy cometh! But why? And what is his origin? One thing for sure is he has a Jack O Lantern head. There is some dark goings on in this town once a year, will this be the last of its occurrences? The October Boy is something of a creation in same way Frankenstein created his being in which both are sent on a path of fear and terror amongst the town dwellers. Written in a nice prose the story flows well, a story of terror in a town and a boys destiny.
“Every kid in this town, chasing after a bogeyman with a pumpkin for a head, scared to death of a walking Scarecrow with a big sharp butcher knife. Every kid in this town, thinking that there’s a way out of a nightmare through a fairy tale,when there’s really no way out at all.” "We’re gonna take the Run straight to our buddy Sawtooth Jack, and I am gonna splatter his ass before he even gets a chance To step across the Line.”
**spoiler alert** Nice artwork. I like the main protagonist a swell kind of guy a pill swallowing paranormal aware detective guy. The story I liked th...more**spoiler alert** Nice artwork. I like the main protagonist a swell kind of guy a pill swallowing paranormal aware detective guy. The story I liked the most was about a war was breeding with the ghouls vampires and werewolves someone is trying to transform everyone into the ancient original beings of lore the ones silver bullets kill. I like this detective and his side kick a Ghoul there is a fair share of black humor in most of the stories and plenty of blood and action. (less)
It's Halloween time in a Midwestern town 1963. Someone haunting is amidst the town The October Boy cometh, but why and what is his origin one thing fir...moreIt's Halloween time in a Midwestern town 1963. Someone haunting is amidst the town The October Boy cometh, but why and what is his origin one thing fir sure is he has a Jack O Lantern head. There is some dark goings on in this town once a year will this be the last will it come to an end? The October Boy is something of a creation in same way Frankenstein created his being in which both are sent on a path of fear and terror amongst the town dwellers. Written in a nice prose flows well, a story of terror in a town and a boys destiny.
“Every kid in this town, chasing after a bogeyman with a pumpkin for a head, scared to death of a walking Scarecrow with a big sharp butcher knife. Every kid in this town, thinking that there’s a way out of a nightmare through a fairy tale,when there’s really no way out at all.” "We’re gonna take the Run straight to our buddy Sawtooth Jack, and I am gonna splatter his ass before he even gets a chance To step across the Line.”
Francis Nichols inherits a house and its possessions from his departed Aunt in Whitbrow. But this comes with a stark warning from her to sell the prop...moreFrancis Nichols inherits a house and its possessions from his departed Aunt in Whitbrow. But this comes with a stark warning from her to sell the property and keep the money and not to live there. She warned him that bad blood lies in that dwelling and the place will smell out what's in you and claim you for it's own. Something insidious is gathering attention from across the river. One by one people go missing and turn up dead. This story is a good old chiller of an intriguing tale of something in the woods mysterious. There is going to be some hunting as the towns folk try to stand their ground instead of running. Once I passed halfway of this story I was totally gripped and it became a real page-turning story, I really did not expect it to be that kind of horror was really enjoyable ride. The main protagonist and his partner should have never came to this town as his Aunt advised, 4as the town's future looks bleak. They are about to reap the bad seeds they have sowed as the produce show their faces.
The usual suspect is a Nasty piece of sheriff, who used to be a bootlegger to boot before he came to the town. Once you check into The Rusmore Inn Hot...moreThe usual suspect is a Nasty piece of sheriff, who used to be a bootlegger to boot before he came to the town. Once you check into The Rusmore Inn Hotel you would notice the proprietor Eleanor Roosevelt has an obsession with American presidents. “ That Eleanor Roosevelt has some issues. Hell she has a whole subscription.”
This story includes a house of horrors, a Charnel House of ill repute and torture, and a motley bunch of human crudeness and evil freaks.
The Rushmore Inn a homage to dead presidents amongst other things.
The Bates hotel and the Overlook hotel eat you heart out a new kid is on the block. Florence a mighty tough old lady who probably has a Black belt in some Martial art is a proud woman a mother and a grandmother her character shines in this story.
The three of them grandma, ma and daughter have won a free stay in the hotel, they are down their attending a competition. My motto is keep away from these free mailings that you don’t remember applying for THERE is ALWAYS a catch nothing is for free!
There is some bonding in this story between grandma and her daughter they need to reconnect their relationship in amongst all the fear, terror, survival and retribution. I suppose there are the theories that extreme situations and fears bring down barriers that old Stockholm syndrome. Jack Kilborn has really done well in telling this story it flows well with memorable characters and some real page-turning thrill. The worst scenario you could have is an amputee woman who does not have her prosthetic legs attached on stuck in a room with a blood hungry sadistic man who genetics seems to look like they have gone freakishly haywire coming at you. This story will stay with you check your lock twice tonight. “Amelia. Porphyria. Acromia. Scoliosis. Alopecia. Thrombocytopenia.”
Beware some brutal characters contained within this story. The name Pollock strikes up images in my head of the paintings of Jackson Pollock the painter, that splatter art. Well this Pollock is just as creative with his storytelling that leaves a deep branding in your mind and soul of a human stain of evil characters, that will stay with you well after you have finished this book. I am thinking of similarities here to Authors of likes of Jim Thompson who wrote ‘The Killer inside me’ and Daniel Woodrell.
In the town Knockemstiff Pollock has crammed a motley crew of all the grittiest and evil characters you could find. These characters are ones you don’t want to tell your kids that they exist on this planet. You will find in these pages slices of the worst of the worst. The show is on and the location is Knockemstiff, you will get more than you fair slice of the darkest of souls that you could muster up. The hero for me in this story is Arvin he dishes out some sweet justice that makes you really rejoice in accolades of well done i been waiting for that evil good for nothing to taste some justice. The author is hitting topics here head on, ones that the Vatican need to take heed of and act, too many darn wolves in Sheep’s clothing.
Some really swell writing from Pollock. Believe the hype that is out there right now about this writer and his works.
“Unless he had whiskey running through his veins, Willard came to the clearing every morning and evening to talk to God. Arvin didn’t know which was worse, the drinking or the praying. As far back as he could remember, it seemed that his father had fought the Devil all the time.”
“it sounded more like they were practicing some sort of voodoo instead of anything Christian.”
There is a video interview at the Ohio channel with this author of a show called Writers talk. .
A bizarre story it is a mix of Dinosaurs, humans, Kung-Fu and monks. A story some would say only for kids who the hell wants wants to read a story whe...moreA bizarre story it is a mix of Dinosaurs, humans, Kung-Fu and monks. A story some would say only for kids who the hell wants wants to read a story where the main characters are Dinosaurs. The answer is us crazy readers, as if we don't have enough to read, zombies step aside Dinosaurs are about to kick you're butt. Was fun and strange and don't forget short not me the story!(less)
The main protagonist is a writer who has lost it all in a time where it's make or break for people, he is literally broke right down to a royalty cheq...moreThe main protagonist is a writer who has lost it all in a time where it's make or break for people, he is literally broke right down to a royalty cheque for $12.37. This is about a very human struggle and a man's burden that he did not do it right with his family, his profession and his home all gone to the dogs, one consolation is that at least he still has his dog and a car, and now is in possession of a deadly weapon.
What is he going to do? Where will the road end?
That's the pondering questions. This story would appeal to many writers and readers, a dilemma so true nowadays Men failing, at despair's door take a shotgun to his family then himself. I just hope for salvation for this protagonist as you really feel for him in this good tight story from Piccirilli, who does not get enough recognition as he should for writing some real solid stories incorporating human struggles and evils.
Luck was not on his side, he smiled pleasantly at everyone. He smiled pleasantly at the bank guy who stuck the foreclosure sign on his front door, when Church his dog was a puppy and the vet told him to have it put down. He smiled pleasantly at his editor when the publisher remaindered two thousand copies of his last novel and he found them stacked in the thrift store with pink stickers, going for a quarter each, and still not selling. He is down to one royalty cheque for $12.37 the last money he would ever see from his writing. His last novel sold even worse than the one before it, which sold worse than the one before that, going back more than a decade to the first book, which hadn't done all that well either. How many authors have found themselves in the same situation as the protagonist in this story? The publication world is changing, evolving, the ebook generation is possibly out selling the hardcover editions. Bookselling is becoming harder as large stores have shut up shop(Borders), small book shops no longer managing to make a profit as general supermarket stores offer cheaper prices on books. The ebook format could be blamed as a contributor to the problem or could be a life saver for the writers and publishers.
This image is from I am Legend, the movie with Will Smith starring in it,and strikes similarities with the protagonist of this story as in owning a gun and his dog.
Dexter the man who finds it hard to feel, in this story Dexter does not get down bloody and as dark as i have seen on the tv-series or read in Darkly...moreDexter the man who finds it hard to feel, in this story Dexter does not get down bloody and as dark as i have seen on the tv-series or read in Darkly Dreaming Dexter. He plays the role well as a caring brother and as a family man and loves kids but as he tries to keep up with the crowd his sociopath personality is dying to kill. To kill those who hurt children and the rest of the scum that live on the grid. He is a superhero of modern times a sort of Robin Hood that robs the evil from the street. His arch enemy Doakes is a pain in Dexters side in this novel, him and Dexter find themselves in a jam. The hunt is on for a killer who dismembers bodies. This story serves up some more ramblings of Dexter's mind and dark humour, its not a tense or gripping thriller but provides a good dose of entertainment in Dexter trying to keep the Dark passenger at bay. (less)
John cleave has all the makings of a killer that 'McDonald triad' theory cruelty to animals, pyromania and bed wetting and his name to boot has strain...moreJohn cleave has all the makings of a killer that 'McDonald triad' theory cruelty to animals, pyromania and bed wetting and his name to boot has strains of killing in it as he is son of Sam, Sam Cleaver and cleaver as in a weapon of choice to murder. I learned a bit about embalming, sociopaths, serial killers and formaldehyde in this story. He was dissecting animals by the age of 8 and increasing in behavioral problems and had to regularly visit a psychologist. With all this happening to a now 15 year old he meets his match a real killer. The story becomes more about another killer and that's when i started to find the story head into a bit of a silly theme. Should i spoil the story and tell you what happens i think i won't because you just might like it. I can see what the writer was trying to do to a subject that has been overly written by authors, he tried to sound a bit Dexterish with with some strange paranormal twist. The story started good frist few chapters but did not deliver some really good writing for me in the end.
Some info on Macdonald triad, that i fished from the net.
The Macdonald triad (also known as the triad of sociopathy) is a set of three behavioral characteristics that are associated with sociopathic behavior. The triad was first identified by J.M. Macdonald in "The Threat to Kill", a 1963 paper in the American Journal of Psychiatry.
The triad links animal cruelty, obsession with fire setting, and persistent bed-wetting past the age of five to violent behaviors, particularly homicidal behavior.[2] Although other studies have not found statistically significant links between the triad of violence and violent offenders, many serial killers exhibited these behaviors during childhood. Contract killer Richard Kuklinski, serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer and serial killer Dennis Rader all engaged in acts of animal cruelty.
In a study involving hospitalized patients [Macdonald] focused on patients who had threatened to kill rather than on patients who had killed, although some subjects later committed homicide. His sample consisted of forty-eight psychotic and fifty-two non-psychotic patients. He found that sadistic patients often had three characteristics in common in their childhood histories. These factors... consisted of chronic bedwetting, firesetting, and torturing small animals.
Further studies have suggested that these behaviors are often the product of parental neglect, cruelty or trauma, and that such events in a person's childhood can result in "homicidal proneness".
This story is a heart-felt chilling and engaging story of an abduction. She tells us her harrowing ordeal via her sessions with her psych doctor. It's...moreThis story is a heart-felt chilling and engaging story of an abduction. She tells us her harrowing ordeal via her sessions with her psych doctor. It's heartbreaking at times and very real in how maybe these extreme conditions accounted for in this story insidiously alters a victims state of mind. This story is not designed to be a fast paced story but rather a well spanned out story of courage and the evil that people do. Recently winner of The Thrillfest Award 2011.
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