Love in the Time of Serial Killers

by Alicia Thompson

true crime was a genre like anything else, with conventions and expectations. It was nonfiction but never wholly objective, always instead reflecting trends or cultural reactions or public desires.

you gotta think about the inherent bias of a dude writing a book literally defending the job he did in putting the criminals away.

“Equating an occupation’s projected societal ethos with an individual’s personal morality is one reason why our police force is so fucked in this country.”

“If I’m like, my sinuses are congested, they’re like, how many calories do you eat a day? If I say I have a UTI, they’re like, you should take the stairs at work instead of the elevator.”

“You know I have a black, mistrustful pit where my heart is supposed to be.”