I am on a true crime kick lately. I am about to finish one Ann Rule book, and I have another on deck. You may or may not know of Ann Rule: She’s an ex-cop who actually worked alongside Ted Bundy at a call center for an emotional support helpline. She wrote about that case and many others. Her books are massive kilo brick volumes full of deceit and murder.
I have time to read these because I ain’t got no job.
I like these books for all the wrong reasons, and for all the right reasons. It is a guilty pleasure kind of thing, one might say, it appeals to a dark and morbid sense of curiosity. Nothing good can come from the reading of these books.
BUT: She is a good writer.
The stories are riveting. The composition is great. She advances strings of plot at just the right pace, and they converge hard. The amount of detail she gives about people’s lives is so interesting to me. This amount of detail would be interesting whether there was a murder in the story or not. It is not easy to figure out what details to include and what to exclude, when you’re working toward larger goal in writing.
It is dark dark stuff though, yeah. I have had friends tell me I consume too much dark stuff: movies, music, literature. I don’t know. I can handle it I think. You can’t appreciate the light if you don’t know the depths of the dark.