Hi Jon,
I guess the main issue is, not so much how the "captive" serial killer is observed, but what he says and his interviewer's interpretation of it. Even where biographical details may be corroborated independently of the killer, this, too, is very much open to interpretation.
We tend not to get the same sorts of issues with tigers, but to take them as a metaphor, imagine one of those ghastly Disney True Life Adventures, where the commentator interprets, usually anthropomorphically, what the animals are doing on screen. You know the sort of stuff:Aaaah! And now an alternative scenario in (imaginary) tiger-thinks:Either interpretation of this delightful scene could be more-or-less true, but perhaps not both in their entirety. Other variants may be equally possible, and some are "wronger" than others. From the observer's perspective, however, each explanation makes some sort of sense, and seem to hang together quite well - but that's the point. We like to make sense of the world and, if there's an off-the-shelf framework that we can adapt in order to help us do that, then so much the better - it saves us having to do a large part of the grunt-work ourselves. That's why religions, political movements, and certain theories have proven so resilient over time. Doesn't mean any of them are right, though - anymore than it means that any of them are necessarily completely wrong.
I guess the main issue is, not so much how the "captive" serial killer is observed, but what he says and his interviewer's interpretation of it. Even where biographical details may be corroborated independently of the killer, this, too, is very much open to interpretation.
We tend not to get the same sorts of issues with tigers, but to take them as a metaphor, imagine one of those ghastly Disney True Life Adventures, where the commentator interprets, usually anthropomorphically, what the animals are doing on screen. You know the sort of stuff:
"Fubar is relieved to reach the hollow, weary after the hunt, and slumps beneath a tree to rest from her exertions. The cubs are glad to see her, and tumble over the rocks to greet their mom. Gee! How they've missed her. Now Snafu and his friends join the children in welcoming her."
"The tigress - who has no name, incidentally - can smell the stinking whelps a mile off, and stops in her tracks as they come running towards her. She's hungry herself, for Chrissakes, so she makes bloody sure she gets a few mouthfuls of her hard-earned kill before they rip it to shreds. They're not even her cubs, for crying out loud! Just as well she did manage to gulp down a kilo or so of antelope-meat, because here come the horny-brigade to give her some whelps of her own. She's gonna need all her strength to survive the third 4-hour shagathon of the day..."
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