This book was a well-researched compilation of facts and rumors heretofore only available through a patchwork of different readings and articles. I appreciate the attention to details, court records, and even word of mouth from the time period- no aspect of the crime went unattended to.
Truth be told, the work itself was very much worth the read (and a boatload of stars), but... while I realize this author has written other relatively well-received works, I have a hard time believing that he could be an accomplished biographical true crime author with his obvious preconceptions and biases, especially against women, African Americans, and people with less than average IQs. The author takes multitudes of opportunities to describe women in the book in unflattering terminologies rather than using objective descriptors in terms of weight, facial features, skin colors, etc., i.e. instead of saying overweight, he said fat, in place of tall, he would employ mannish. He referred to victims and perpetrator alike as ugly, etc., not terms generally used by serious writers of nonfiction and biographical accounts.
In terms of race, he makes prolific use of the “n” word, citing the common vernacular of that era. However, despite addressing the fact of the crude commonality and acknowledging it once or even twice, the author continued to use the term gratuitously, ostensibly defending the term with frequent references to the normality in the time period and his obvious belief in having the artistic license to utilize it in kind.
Additionally, in terms of opinions of the intelligence of the victims and bystanders, he references stupidity, etc., also not generally considered objective descriptions in a serious work. It is demeaning and off-putting, and, in my personal opinion, a grave detractor from the quality of the writing and the overall consideration of the work as a serious foray into a true crime genre.
Had the author maintained greater objectivity, I think I would have awarded the book four stars. I learned more about the murderess (and the victims) from this account than any single article or depiction I had ever previously read. It is a shame, in my opinion, that the subjectivity of its author was stated in such terms as to ruin the overall review of the work as a whole.
Whereas I typically complete a true crime book with the intention of seeing what other culprits the author may have explored, I was left with a bad taste in my mouth from this one. If he has written other accounts, this reader will not be indulging in them.