I love mystery-crime-thriller genre novels. But True Crime Non-fiction - not so much. There are very few True Crime books I finish, and when I have, it’s because I skim them. The writing is usually horrible because the author had no talent for stringing sentences coherently or because the author should have outlined the chapters or a lot of excessive and pointlessly manipulative 'facts' are thrown in, similar to
if she had lived, the pretty coed might have married, bought a house with a picket fence, and had three children. Now, she would never have the future we all hope for. Now, her empty eyes stare sightlessly at a plush coffin lid, buried six feet under
and so on. I HATE reading these type of books unless I'm drunk.
However, the funniest and best part are often the included pictures. I am deeply amused at the usual two sections of pictures of ordinary weedy alleyways, or vacant lots or empty rooms or a parked car, along with really old blurry photos of weddings and graduations. If we are REALLY lucky, we will see a black and white photo of a blood smear or a bloody fingerprint or of a bloody car seat. I remember one book I didn't finish that had a caption under a picture of a hiking trail that said something like, the victim might have walked this very trail.
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The genre of True Crime books do add knowledge and insight if written by someone with real writing and investigative skills, which Ann Rule does possess. Ann Rule actually can write because she was a working journalist. She has real detective skills and she actually hung out with police officers. But some of her books also include the ridiculous sentences about lost possibilities so that we get it how the victim's future was trashed by the horrible murder, as if the murder itself doesn't move us enough. Also her books include plenty of pointless photos.
Despite the dreadful writing and construction of the books in this class of non-fiction, I occasionally read them because of curiosity about some well-publicized case, or a friend who loves them wants me to read one, or I pick up a box of free books and some of them are of this nature. In this case, I bought a bunch of used Ann Rule true crime books 10 or so years ago because I heard she wrote better quality books. However, Rule’s books are still put together in the annoying, seriously dumb-downed fashion of True Crime styling, even if her investigative writing is much better.
Anyway. She explains five murders, three fully, while the other two take up only a chapter or so, in ‘Mortal Danger and Other True Cases #13’. She tells of what is known through Interviews and court records, and unlike many of her competitors, she makes logical and educated guesses to fill in blank spots in the narrative. The details are dreadful, and the crimes are much more illogical and senseless than fictional crime stories (which makes them scarier). The solving of these particular murders seem as if the police were terribly lucky and/or only resolved because of a serendipitous turning up of a link. The perpetrators are stupid, angry, crazed or the only possible suspect. Drugs, alcohol, previous police records, stories that are vague and inconsistent about the past, inability to hold down jobs, walking alone at night or opening up the front door to strangers and being female seem to be key factors. The key failure that victims seem to fall prey to is trusting another human being while alone.
The moral is never be in any position where it's only you and him alone. Yikes. O _ O