It took over 20 years, but we've finally reached the promised land.
Over on JTR Forums, Caroline Brown writes:
"Option two then occurs to Mike. Why not try to obtain a genuine Victorian diary from the 1880s with at least twenty blank pages, so he can handwrite his best-seller into it as - a clever little sales gimmick? What's not to love?"
This might be the most delightful comment I've ever seen concerning the Maybrick Hoax.
I can certainly live with this.
Having already called a literary agent in London, Mike contacts Martin Earl to obtain a blank or nearly blank diary from the 1880s in order to create a best-seller about Jack the Ripper.
Which is precisely what Barrett admitted to doing in his 5 January 1995 affidavit and what I've been arguing for years.
And Mike ropes in his long-suffering wife to help him, who agrees on the assumption that the literary agent in London (Doreen Montgomery) will 'just send Mike packing,' or by contrast, on the belief that Mike will admit on arrival that the physical diary he spoke about on the phone was a sales gimmick and what he's really selling is the fictional story/Ripper theory.
And of course, Anne, the more able of our two writers on Goldie Street, would not have protested helping Mike based on either of these two beliefs.
I am delighted that Caz has finally come to her senses and has embraced the essence of my thinking.
Now just apply Ockham's Razor and toss out the non-event under Dodd's floorboards, and we can call it a night.
We've finally answered those three nagging questions.
When? March/April 1992. Who? Mike and Anne. Why? To create a bestseller.
Hallelujah.
Over on JTR Forums, Caroline Brown writes:
"Option two then occurs to Mike. Why not try to obtain a genuine Victorian diary from the 1880s with at least twenty blank pages, so he can handwrite his best-seller into it as - a clever little sales gimmick? What's not to love?"
This might be the most delightful comment I've ever seen concerning the Maybrick Hoax.
I can certainly live with this.
Having already called a literary agent in London, Mike contacts Martin Earl to obtain a blank or nearly blank diary from the 1880s in order to create a best-seller about Jack the Ripper.
Which is precisely what Barrett admitted to doing in his 5 January 1995 affidavit and what I've been arguing for years.
And Mike ropes in his long-suffering wife to help him, who agrees on the assumption that the literary agent in London (Doreen Montgomery) will 'just send Mike packing,' or by contrast, on the belief that Mike will admit on arrival that the physical diary he spoke about on the phone was a sales gimmick and what he's really selling is the fictional story/Ripper theory.
And of course, Anne, the more able of our two writers on Goldie Street, would not have protested helping Mike based on either of these two beliefs.
I am delighted that Caz has finally come to her senses and has embraced the essence of my thinking.
Now just apply Ockham's Razor and toss out the non-event under Dodd's floorboards, and we can call it a night.
We've finally answered those three nagging questions.
When? March/April 1992. Who? Mike and Anne. Why? To create a bestseller.
Hallelujah.
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