Word: snow
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Perhaps in hopes of duplicating Truman Capote's success with In Cold Blood, the London Sunday Telegraph last year sent Novelist Pamela Hansford Johnson, the wife of C. P. Snow, to cover the most gruesome murder trial in recent British history. The "Moors Case," as it came to be known (TIME, May 13), combined ancient evils with modern technology: murder and perversion were recorded on film and tape so that the killers could relive their crimes. Unlike Capote, Lady Snow flinched in the face of evil. This book is the reflexive-and reflective-result...
Shocked and shattered by the Moors testimony, Lady Snow lays the motivation of the murders not to the dark cur rents of standard Freudian psychopathology but rather to Brady's library. "There are some books that are not fit for all people," she says, "and some people who are not fit for all books." Literature, she believes, is a model demanding emulation; if the model is violence, violence follows. "Their interests," she says of Brady and Hindley, "were sadomasochistic, titillatory and sado-Fascist, and in the bookshops they found practically all the pabulum they needed...
Persuasive though that notion may sound, it is doubtful whether such a system would appreciably alter the number or intensity of sex crimes. Lady Snow ignores a vast body of psychiatric thought that questions the cause-and-effect relationship between pornographic material and sexual aberration; sex-sick minds seem infinitely capable of being triggered into violence without the help of pornography...
...sacks of sand on their shoulders, forced them to climb endless flights of stairs, descend innumerable mountains to strengthen thigh muscles. On the slopes, he was the original martinet: barking orders to assistants through a walkie-talkie, charting every speed-slowing bump or hollow, taking the temperature of the snow with a rectal thermometer to be certain that precisely the right amount of wax was on the skis...
...cereals to the freezer. A quart of chocolate milk for 33c. This will be a feast. On the way out Blitman stops to watch the Johnny Carson Show on Cahaly's minitube. Speaking around his cigar, Ralph Cahaly tries to sell Blitman one of his modern aerodynamic red snow shovels. Blitman doesn't need one. He pays for the milk, counts his change three times, and leaves...