I thought about this topic the other day when I realized that I could no longer read about child murderers, having had a child a few years ago and another on the way. It upsets/scares me too much.
This got me wondering about several items: What level of emotion toward a victim of homicide and his/her family is ideal for an investigator? What are they trained to do? It seems like a certain level of emotional detachment is necessary to keep one’s sanity and to effectively process information objectively. At the same time, emotion may drive the investigator to work harder, etc.
Relatedly, what level of emotion do you have for the Ripper victims as armchair detectives 125 years after they lived?
I suppose there is a large range. For me, I typically remember that they were “real people” on anniversaries of death dates. And I dislike murder scenes being reenacted as “art” or in quasi-pornographic fiction. Outside of that, I’m afraid I treat my interest very much like I did when I was 13 reading all of Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot books. At heart, I'm still a kid in love with a Great Victorian mystery.
I’m wondering how many of us became interested because we were outraged at the crimes and desired justice for the victims and how many of us just enjoyed the mystery? I am decidedly in the latter camp but am sensitive to not dehumanizing these women. Is that enough, or is that still callous?
Why can’t I have a visceral reaction to these objectively horrific murders? I do remember that when I first started reading about Jack the Ripper as a teenager he scared the hell out of me, but the murdered victims never produced a sense of moral outrage. I suppose they should, and this bothers me.
This got me wondering about several items: What level of emotion toward a victim of homicide and his/her family is ideal for an investigator? What are they trained to do? It seems like a certain level of emotional detachment is necessary to keep one’s sanity and to effectively process information objectively. At the same time, emotion may drive the investigator to work harder, etc.
Relatedly, what level of emotion do you have for the Ripper victims as armchair detectives 125 years after they lived?
I suppose there is a large range. For me, I typically remember that they were “real people” on anniversaries of death dates. And I dislike murder scenes being reenacted as “art” or in quasi-pornographic fiction. Outside of that, I’m afraid I treat my interest very much like I did when I was 13 reading all of Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot books. At heart, I'm still a kid in love with a Great Victorian mystery.
I’m wondering how many of us became interested because we were outraged at the crimes and desired justice for the victims and how many of us just enjoyed the mystery? I am decidedly in the latter camp but am sensitive to not dehumanizing these women. Is that enough, or is that still callous?
Why can’t I have a visceral reaction to these objectively horrific murders? I do remember that when I first started reading about Jack the Ripper as a teenager he scared the hell out of me, but the murdered victims never produced a sense of moral outrage. I suppose they should, and this bothers me.
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