This book was the one I settled on to satisfy the Elizabeth Short portion of my ongoing fascination with Noir and True Crime and I am really REALLY glad I did. I've skimmed through some of the others, including those written by people who to me seem to be simply trying to cash in on the timeless mystery and open/unsolved status of the case by propping up all kinds of wacko confessions and stories. But this one comes from a completely different place altogether.
First of all, of all the people claiming to have had some sort of firsthand knowledge or acquaintance with Elizabeth Short, Gilmore's account is the only one in which I have any confidence. His fleeting encounter as a child with the woman who would later be one of the most famous murder victims in the country if not the world was not sensationalized in any way and really conveyed the "chance" nature of the encounter, through relatives, or six degrees of separation if you will.
The book then takes the reader deep into Elizabeth's life, including her stint in the medical corps, later attempts to make it in Hollywood, the quirky way in which she became affected with her attire and ultimately her moniker, the effects on her of her lack of success in Hollywood including the poverty she lived with daily and her desperate attempts to keep up appearances and fit in with the postwar somewhat sleazy yet darkly glamorous West Coast underground in crowd. Other books skim the surface but this one really helps the reader see the portrait of this girl as she was underneath all of the pomp both of the time and after her legend was made.
There are many photographs of Elizabeth in the middle of the book, and they cover pretty much her whole time period. Of course all the way through the pictures that the more morbid of readers would want to see, which are the infamous crime scene photos (from several angles) of her severed body as shot in the overgrown lot she was found in. It goes several steps further by showing the actual pictures of the body again from several angles as it lay on the autopsy table. These pictures are completely raw, and are horrific - showing in stark and frightening detail the savagery of some and the dehumanization suffered by others at their hands. One look into Elizabeth's lifeless unfocused eyes; one look at what was done to her face. These are images I will never ever forget as long as I live.
The book covers everything up to the day she disappeared sort of in a third person reviewer perspective using witness statements on her whereabouts, comings and goings, remembered conversations and verifiable facts. It jumps from that to the crime investigation and is extremely thorough with it, recounting the torrent of publicity the case received and the difficulty and desperation with which the LAPD tried to solve it. Sifting through tons of publicity seekers and fake confessions; seems that everyone wanted to be associated with the mystique. The police theories ran all over the place as the pressure mounted and comparisons were drawn between Elizabeth's death and the death of Georgette Bauerdorf, and that is where this book sets itself apart.
It tells the story of the man who did this, how he confessed, how the police skipped him over until they received the confession, told from a third party heresay perspective, and how this man ended up avoiding arrest. His description contains so much detail it is impossible that it was not him. And through his stated reasons why he picked her, a revelation about Elizabeth is made that completely changes every belief and rumor about what she really was and outlines just how tragic her story was before she ever set foot in the area of 31st and Trinity.
This is a truly awesome book, and after reading it, every time I did my yearly Noir tour of L.A. and ended up walking this ground where her life was lived (downtown) and where it ended (near what is now USC) I can almost feel her and see her.