Maybe the fact that I haven't been reading much t.c. in the past few years has something to do with my feelings but this was a very hard book for me to read. This man, Robert or Bob Berdella, has to be one of the sickest fucks to have ever lived.
I don't remember t.c.'s ever really affecting me like this just did. There are those that were "worse" than others. There were some that I've remembered through the years. But I always processed them, stuck them somewhere in my brain and moved on. Rites of Burial isn't letting me do that.
The writing itself is average, maybe slightly above average. There are a few editing issues but nothing big. There are pictures included that really give you nightmares. There are the regular "shocking" photos of the killer's high school and home, the cop(s) or prosecutor(s) but there are also some that really make you sick. The photos alone are the stuff of nightmares. One shows a human skull sitting on a shelf in a closet. Another shows a head, covered in dirt, in the palm of a hand after being dug out of Berdella's backyard. There are a few photos, taken by Berdella himself and confiscated by police, that show young men actually being tortured. The pictures show them lying, bound and gagged, some with hypodermic needles hanging out of various places, some getting jolts of electricity. (7,700 volts.) I don't know much about that but the man's eyes are literally bulging and he's jerking up and off the surface of the bed. It's beyond anything I've ever seen. How Berdella concocted these torture sessions I'll never understand.
What is shown in the photos is just a small part of the hell these men went through. All in all it's believed Berdella kidnapped, tortured, and killed 6 young men. Most, if not all, were "hustlers" (this is the authors word - a "hustler" to me is someone who sells drugs. A "hustler" to the author(s) is a male prostitute.)
What I can't get out of my mind isn't the torture photos. It's the regular photos of the victims. The last man, the one who got away and survived, Chris Bryson I think his name was, looks a lot like an ex of mine in the face. (Totally weird.) The others, in portraits or photos taken in happier times, are enough to bring tears to your eyes. One young man in particular is stuck in my mind, Jerry Howell. His smiling face and bright eyes just really show a good kid. One who made mistakes but who the hell hasn't? They're regular people who started messing up for a time. None look like they couldn't have gotten themselves together eventually. And none ever got the chance. Because of the sadistic fuck they happened to encounter. I should note that all but one of the men had previously encountered Berdella before. My point here is they felt safe. That may be the scariest thing of all.
I'm not going to go into some of the things Berdella did to these men. I'm worried a younger child may stumble across the review. Let's just say it's beyond anything my mind could ever come up with. Berdella himself is fascinating in a way. He blames the police for not catching him sooner and thereby saving lives. It was interesting to read his views on his life and the lives of his victims.
If you have a weak stomach you should seriously pass this one up. This is by far one of the hardest true crime books I've ever read.
Being that one of the authors of this book was one of the detectives, I'm curious to know where the proceeds from this book went. I didn't buy this so my money is in my pocket but from my understanding of what I read here, Berdella can't make a penny off of the crime in any way. I think something was set up so that no one could. Berdella set up trusts for the family's of his victims and for his mother (and a so-called "small" amount for himself) to be paid out of the money from the sale of his house and belongings. Did the proceeds from this book go to the families? A charity perhaps? I wouldn't mind knowing.