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Martyn and the Monster of Florence (a true story of tenacious quality)
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I have "The Devil in the White City" on my to read shelf. I rather like this kind of non fiction. Sensasionalized reality!! Scary to have been possibly close to a killer.


zodiac is fucking scary! movie was dumb. i mean, it was fine... but it wasn't scary. that book is scary. holy shit. highly recommended!



Michael Connelly is underrated. He's a good writer and Hieronymus "Harry" Bosch is great character. The Poet... nice!

Anyway, in 2002, I was in Florence, at Santa Maria Novella train station when I boarded the wrong train to Ronta (my destination, around 15 miles or so in the Mugello valley). I realised on the train that I didn't recognise the surroundings...so I got off at a town called Borgo San Lorenzo. I didn't know about Il Monstro di Firenze at this time...his first set of killings happened in Borgo San Lorenzo in 1968!
Anyway, I spent some time asking when the next train to Ronta was...only to be told that there wasn't any...I followed this by repeating 'sono inglese'...just because I didn't want to be lumbered with the impression I was an American!
There I was, under the lurid, blood-red evening sun, dusk falling...I walked into a cafe and sat and had a beer. Luckily, the owner spoke English and I told her of my plight!
She told me that there were no taxis and no trains so late at night. I was disheartened and did enjoy the prospect of sleeping like a hobo in the town park...dangerous, but exciting!
The cafe owner told me that her husband would drive me to Ronta...for nothing!
I was happy because it meant I didn't have to sleep rough...I must point out that my mobile phone was dead and I had about 10 euros on me...which I spent on beer, naturally!
So anyway, this guy shows up in a beat-up red Fiat...and he didn't speak a word of English...so we conversed in my poor Italian.
He didn't speak much for the entire journey...and played thrash metal on the stereo at very high volume...he drove like a lunatic along dirt roads through the Tuscan countryside...
Was this man the Monster of Florence? Who knows...he didn't kill me and I didn't end up with my throat cut and raped in a ditch....I left him at a road near my hotel mouthing 'molte grazie' and he sped off...I never saw this man again.
Recently I read Douglas Preston and Mario Spezi's excellent The Monster of Florence...a story so bizarre that it ends up with the writers becoming involved in the actual case!
I highly recommend the book. I don't recommend Patricia Cornwell's Jack the Ripper book...it's beyond insane...and so daft.
Anybody else like serial killer books...any to recommend?