TCT Update: A Graphic Novel Murder – Let’s Discuss Motive!

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Now, I know it’s not Tuesday, but if you read my post from last week about Blake Leibel, the trust fund douche-canoe who murdered his girlfriend just weeks after she gave birth to their daughter, then you have been waiting with bated breath for an update on the trial.

Or you’ve been waiting with normal breath, no irregular breathing pattern at all. That seems more likely.

Breaking News: about 12 hours ago, the jury came back with its decision.

GUILTY.

Like, duh.

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So, it’s officially time for True Crime Tuesday – Thursday Update… or something like that. It would be better if I had some kind of flashing graphics for this.

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Review: Missing, Presumed (DS Manon, #1) by Susan Steiner

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★★

The Borough Press | 2016

If you’ve ever thought to yourself “what would Bridget Jones be like as a homicide detective?” then I think you’ll want to read this book.

I myself have never wondered about Bridget Jones taking on different career paths, (really she does enough of that in her own stories,) but now that I have some idea of what a “DS Jones” would look like, I’ll tell you, it doesn’t work.

Missing, Presumed is the first book in the DS Manon Bradshow series – a UK police procedural revolving around the disappearance of the twenty-something daughter of a prominent doctor.

Overall I found this to be severely lacking on the police procedural part and overwrought on the personal “character-study” side, like to such annoying degree that I’m physically disappointed by this book. And also fucking exhausted. It’s certainly not what it was presented to be on the jacket or in the blurbs.

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True Crime Tuesday: The Yogourt Shop Murders

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I wasn’t old enough in the early 90s to full enjoy it. The big bangs and long hair and neon spandex. Saved by the Bell, 90210 and Nirvana and Chris Farley SNL days. I was aware, but I wasn’t. I remember being in my cousin Bill’s room one day after school – he’s 10 years old than me – and he had the Nirvana smiley face on everything. I asked him “what’s this?” and he said, “it’s a thing for a band.” That might have been the first time I took in the concept of a band.

I was a teenager in the early 2000s. Things like Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake in full denim outfits, Blink-182 and “flared” jeans, trucker hats and unnecessary scarves, were really what was going on when I fully came online as a person, for better or for worse. Early 2000s fashion is truly some of the very, very worst.

There are things about being a little girl in the 90s that have stuck with me and shaped me as a person, though. Clueless is still one of my favourite movies. I always wanted to grow up and own a white Jeep. Maybe some day still. Scream inspired my love of horror. And Silence of the Lambs inspired my love of crime fiction.

My love of true crime didn’t start until later when I turned on an episode of Dateline for the first time. Oh, you mean this is like the murder-mysteries I read except for real life?! That sounds horrifying! Count me in!

Maybe that’s why I find myself drawn towards 90s true crime. It was happening, and I didn’t know it. My access to information limited, but now I can learn all about these things that were going on in the world while I was growing up. Plus the fashion, the pop culture – I feel connected to it.

So, for this week’s True Crime Tuesday, we’re going to go back to 1991. To a yogourt shop in Austin, Texas, where four girls died in a fire.

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Review: The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine

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Harper | 2017

“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.” 

This quote from the 1967 film, COOL HAND LUKE, basically sums up how I’m feeling after reading this book. And I’ve never even seen the movie. The quote just came to me, as a thing I know somehow, deep from within the pop culture recesses of my mind. There’s a lot of useless information in there.

I might also go with: “…in the galaxy of This Sucks Camel Dicks!” Stepbrothers.

What I mean to say is: I wish the publishers hadn’t stuffed this novel into the psychological-thriller genre just because that’s where all the cool kids are, and had instead been honest about what this book is: a dark romance meets women’s fiction meets soap opera intrigue with a terrible, TERRIBLE message.

It’s not a thriller. I’m sorry, but no. I am not thrilled.

Had I known this from the start, I would have passed on reading it, because this level of dramatic soap-opera nutty-ness is just not my thing. It lacks humour and humanity, and is overpopulated with terrible one-liners, cliches and silly dialogue and tropes that feel like a reenactment. And the writing is derivative and basic.

Not to mention, the internal misogyny that permeates the entire theme gets my feminist hackles up.

Anyway… I didn’t know I shouldn’t read this, so I did, and now I have library late fees and a shitty review to write, so buckle up, bitches!

(This could get mildly spoiler-y because I’m going to rant, so if you’re super excited to read this, here’s my takeaway: Don’t waste your time with this, unless you’re cool with domestic abuse being legitimized. Otherwise, read on!)

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True Crime Tuesday: The Weepy-Voiced Killer

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It’s my favourite day of the week! That’s a lie. My favourite day of the week is Saturday. But “True Crime Saturday” doesn’t have the same ring to it.

So, True Crime Tuesday it is! And it’s my second favourite day of the week! Okay, no, I’m lying again. My second favourite day is Friday.

You know what? Forget about favourites.

It’s Tuesday. Fact.

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Listen, I started a detox diet yesterday and I’m fucking miserable. I have a little under 2 hours before I get to eat my lunch of salad and half a chicken breast. And even the thought of that makes me miserable because it’s so goddamn boring. There’s really no guarantee that I’ll finish writing this post before I eat the keyboard.

Let’s see how I’m doing at the end of this.

This is not a killer I am familiar with, but I was immediately intrigued because he decidedly has the most ridiculous serial killer nickname ever. I needed to learn more. And so here we are. Presenting: The Weepy-Voiced Killer (seriously who came up with that?)

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True Crime Tuesday: Teenage Thelma And Louise

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It’s that time again! And maybe that time is occurring too much? I’m waffling on that, considering making True Crime Tuesday a bi-weekly post to give myself more room to research and write. But we’ll see. Maybe I’ll just write a story whenever I feel the vibe to do it.

This blog is supposed to be a hobby, not work.

Anyway – last week I wrote about The Snapchat Murders – the story of two young girls who are the victims of a still-free killer. There are links in the story to provide any tips to police that you might have. You just never know who or where my posts are going to reach, right?

This week, let’s turn the two girls concept on its head. This is the story of two young girls who are the killers.

Holly Harvey and Sandra Ketchum.

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True Crime Tuesday: The Michigan Murderer

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“Ken, two kids just came in with some story about a body out in a field somewhere. Want to go down and see what it’s all about?”

Last time for True Crime Tuesday, I talked about the Robison Family Murders, an unsolved case from the 60s. Lots of theories and suspects have been floated around about who killed Richard Robison, his wife and four children. One of the names suggested was John Norman Collins because of a connected between him and one of the eldest Robison sons.

There’s absolutely nothing to suggest Collins had anything do to with the Robison murders, but honestly, how crazy is it that you would know a serial killer from school and then also be fucking murdered?

THE ODDS! Definitely not in your favour.

After writing about both cases, it’s clear to me that Collins wasn’t involved in the Robison murders because his pathology as a serial killer is very specific and very “strangling young women.” Like, not original at all but also not “I’m going into the words to shoot a family.”

Collins is the original Co-Ed Killer, not Bundy, but he never got the same amount of attention as some of the other big name serial killers from around that same star-studded time. And my star-studded, I mean fucking psychos. Collins was also known as the Michigan Murderer and the Ypsilanti Ripper.

I’m going to avoid the Ypsilanti name because I don’t have a fucking clue how to pronounce it.

So, grab a drink or a joint or a snack, snuggle in and prepare to take a long journey through a savage serial killer’s crime spree. This is an intense one and probably comes across best if you read it like Keith Morrison is narrating.

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Review: White Bodies by Jane Robins

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★★★½

Atria Books | 2017

If you’ve ever wanted to eat your sister’s hair, this book is for you.

Or if you just like reading twisty novels about obsession, with a dose of weirdness, then definitely try this. I will in no way assume it’s because you also eat your sister’s hair.

This novel has a decidedly bleak, gloomy and unsettled atmosphere hanging over it, with a noir quality that is subtle, but evident. Combine that with twins and the “murder exchange” trope and you’ve got yourself something that can only fail in its cliches.

Callie is the ugly twin. Tilda is the beautiful one. I’m going to be honest, they both have serious mental health issues even if Tilda wants to play like only Callie does. Callie is a quiet, meek follower. Tilda is a leader, controlling and determined.

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Opinion: The Staunch Book Prize & Violence Against Women in Fiction

Listen, this isn’t going to be an easy lighthearted booknerd post, okay? I have some actual real thoughts that I want to put down. It might be long, so if you stick around for the whole thing I’ll be your best friend. And I’m a pretty good friend. I can talk some good shit about your enemies, or find you some enemies if you don’t have any, and then talk shit about them.

I always have wine and weed at my house that I’ll share, I can fill your Instagram DMs with dank memes, and if you want to cancel plans at the last minute instead of going out, that’s okay with me because I was probably thinking of doing the same thing.

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So…

There’s a new book prize that is specifically designed to honour thrillers that don’t contain violence against women. Colour me intrigued.

“The inaugural Staunch Book Prize will be awarded to the author of a novel in the thriller genre in which no woman is beaten, stalked, sexually exploited, raped or murdered.”

Part of me is giving this a thumbs up and thinking how is it 2018 and this is a new idea? And another part of me is having some conflicting emotions about it because of comments made surrounding it.

I love crime thrillers and serial killer stories, without shame, and yes, they mostly always contain violence against women. So, is it me? Am I shitty feminist? I try, but maybe my own misogyny runs so deep I didn’t even know it was there?

I feel like I need to be introspective about this. Because, I’ll be honest, I’ve never even considered the fact that most of literature I read is consistently about women being victimized in some way.

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