Evil Books
Years ago a friend spent three years at university doing “Holocaust Studies” and despite the obvious importance of the subject I’ve never quite understood her choice.
Why spend what should be a rather vivid and enjoyable time of your life wallowing in the details of the worst crime ever committed? My friend has never been able to convince me it was a good idea.
Now, after spending a bank holiday week-end reading two paperbacks on the
Hunting Evil was the first of the books I cracked, not least because I’ve met both of the authors, albeit briefly. Paul Harrison is a journalist for Sky TV who covered the
Published almost as soon as Steve Wright was driven from the court to begin his life sentence (shadowed by a Sky helicopter all the way) the book suffers from being a bit of a rush job and a very uneven collaboration. The problem is the two authors have such different styles and approaches to the case.
Paul Harrison is no doubt an excellent TV presenter but you can tell his background isn’t in print. Here are few random extracts from his chapters:
“…everyone in the room and across the country would be hanging on his every word.
Little did I know that, from that moment on, together we would be hunting evil.
But almost overnight her bright future would be transformed into a dull distant dream.
Yeah yeah yeah. Perhaps it’s unfair to treat a true crime story as literature but the frequency of the clichés and the clumsy way Harrison tries to produce suspense soon irritate. It doesn’t take many pages before you realise we’ve not got another In Cold Blood here or even the competence of a experienced true crime writer like Anne Rule.
Worse is the contrast with David Wilson’s chapters; calm, serious, rational and well written, they explore the case from a wider social perspective and with expert knowledge. The best thing about
There are also useful photographs (although none showing the victims in situ, which would have been interesting in a harrowing way). There’s also a detailed timeline and a very good chapter (again by
Cold Blooded Evil (Are these publisher’s suggestions for titles? What's with the Evil thing?) is the second book, written by Neil Root. Mr. Root is a bit of a mystery; the book gives no details about him, nor (unusually) does that ever inquisitive mouse so perhaps he’s using a pseudonym.
Rather than comment on the style, I’ll simply quote the first three sentences of Chapter 1:
The
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. What is it about these true crime guys that makes them attempt this stuff? It’s not even true – the land immediately around
Despite the style, it’s not a worthless book, and in fact having a single author means you don’t get any of those disconcerting contrasts between chapters that mar the Wilson and Harrison work. It’s also clear that Neil Root is fond of
That can be an advantage when he talks about the red light area. I had no idea that it contained 40 brothels (40! it seems incredible) in the 19th century when the port was booming (anorack Neil tells us it was once the largest wet dock in
As the book goes on, Root’s writing style tightens and he does a good workmanlike job of telling the miserable tale of Steve Wright and his five victims. Without specialist knowledge he does a reasonable job describing serial killers, the science of DNA, and the speculation about Wright’s motivation and whether he’d killed before ('yes' is the consensus).
Both books struggle to describe the trial which managed to make the murder of five young women and the discovery of a skilled and a well camouflaged serial killer as cold and dull as the water in a Suffolk ditch. Without Steve Wright’s co-operation we’re unlikely to ever know why he did it, although both books do some informed speculation.
I’d have liked a bit more speculation, perhaps from off the record comments by the police. We still don’t know why Wright killed them, how he killed them, where he killed them, and where he disposed of Gemma and Tania. He may have even stored Tania’s body somewhere for days - perhaps weeks.
I have a friend in Copdock and driving there a few weeks ago noticed a bouquet of flowers placed carefully dead centre on the bridge railings. This is allegedly the spot where Wright pulled up (on possibly two separate occasions) lifted a corpse wrapped in a red blanket (never found) from the boot of his car, unwrapped it, then chucked the naked body into Belstead Brook.
It all sounds plausible, unless you stand on the bridge at night and look around you. The bridge is well lit by street lights and overlooked by several houses and other buildings. Even at 2 or 3 in the morning, devious clever Steve Wright was taking a huge risk, or the theory is bollocks. No wonder the prosecution mentioned a possible accomplice; I don’t doubt Wright was the killer, but some of the details of the prosecution case don’t convince.
Which is the basic reason why no book on the Ipswich murders will be satisfactory; Steve Wright is too opaque, too many questions won't be answered. At least all three authors had the courage to try.DISCLOSURE: There’s a short extract from this blog, and a reference or two to me on page 236 of Hunting Evil.
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