Word: murderously
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Cold Blood, except that Capote is a far better writer than Emlyn Williams, the Welsh actor and dramatist (Night Must Fall, The Corn Is Green). Williams enters the lucrative literary creep-stakes, dragging behind him two human monsters and three well-mutilated corpses. He is writing about the "Moors murders," a gruesome three-act melodrama of cold-bloodletting that captivated British headline readers from Nov. 23, 1963, when the first murder occurred, until long after Oct. 7, 1965, when the plodding bobbies of Lancashire made their arrest...
...Murder for Money. Johnson, who has spent some 30 years on the farms for murder and robbery, identified one of the skeletons as Jake Jackson, a Negro whom he had helped bury on Christmas Eve, 1946. Prison records indicated that Jackson had "escaped" two days later. Around Labor Day in 1940, he said, "they killed a bunch of them-I'd say about 20." Asked why the men had been murdered, Johnson said: "For money. You need money to make it here." Often he had to pay $2 or $3 a week for protection himself...
...dropout from life. He has left his teaching job and lives aimlessly in a provincial city. His is a regimen of compulsive torpor in which nothing matters. He breaks up with his girl, vegetates, carelessly sets his room afire, goes pointlessly and without remorse to confession, commits a senseless murder, makes up lists of the names of cars that go by. His life is hallucinatory and also quite literally his hell...
...time, Ian, a nondescript clerk, had met Myra, 18, a typist who soon began moonlighting for Ian as a sadist's apprentice. When their parlor perversities and homemade dirty photographs began to pall, there was very little left to do but to test De Sade's theory: "Murder is a hobby and a supreme pleasure." A young corpse a year, with frequent visits to the graves on the moors, kept Ian and Myra reasonably serene but leaves Williams feverishly laying out plot and explication like a row of tombstones.* He points, he nudges, he oohs...
...spite of its shortcomings, Beyond Belief is bound to attract attention and readers. And it does perform at least one service. For the murder buff and the amateur psychiatrist, it supplies the details of a spectacular crime, saving them the cumbersome job of digging into the court files or old newspaper clippings...