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Originally posted by barnflatwyngarde
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Hi Caz, as we say in Glasgow, " He might be daft, but he's not stupid!"
I'm working my way through the magnum opus that is " Ripper Diary: The Inside Story", written by three very knowledgeable people whose names escape me for the moment.
It's a riveting read, and no mistake, so kudos for that!
In my humble opinion, there's much that counts against the diary being written by Maybrick.
Having said that, I know that supporters of the diary have ammunition to challenge many of those aspects raised by the diary nay sayers.
An area of of the diary case that I have a real problem with is the actual content of the diary itself.
It reads like a pastiche, and a very bad pastiche at that.
It just reads like a parody of what someone might write if he/she is trying to convey a mind unravelling.
If I was trying to concoct a diary that pointed the blame at James Maybrick, it wouldn't be too far away from the diary we have at the moment, although I think that I could have made a more subtle job of it.
None of Ed Kemper's interviews, or Ted Bundy's interviews bear any resemblance to the thought processes presented in the diary, and those were two minds that were totally unravelled.
I have followed pretty closely many, if not most of the debates re the diary on these boards, and any time I find myself moving closer to the possibility of the genuineness of the diary, I go back and reread the actual diary, and I find myself almost laughing out loud.
Anyway, those are my honest thoughts on the matter, I might be right or I might be wrong.
No change there then!
My preferred candidate for the killer is "Blotchy".
Nothing dramatic, just a bad wee sod who lived locally, and lived and died quietly and anonymously.
Have a good Xmas.
To my tin ear, the pastiche - or parody, spoof, burlesque - reads like it was meant to be a bad one, and was loaded with deliberately bad jokes, rhymes and wordplay, for comic effect.
It reads to me like the ultimate ripper hoax, based on the many ripper letters received by the police and press, and articles in Punch, published at the time of the murders, which the vast majority took to be spoofs, and not connected with the killer himself.
The difference with the diary - whether it was the brainchild of someone schooled in the 1930s [Melvin Harris's early prediction], or in earlier or later decades - is that the killer can be identified from the internal content as a real person, who was a nobody until his death in mysterious circumstances in Battlecrease House, not long after The Autumn of Terror. In fact, I have seen it from day one as an Alternative Diary of a Nobody, with the Maybricks as Liverpudlian Pooters!
I didn't know then, that there might be circumstantial evidence that it was found in Maybrick's old bedroom - the ultimate place to plant the ultimate ripper hoax.
How it might have got there and when is another matter, but I doubt its author ever imagined it would end up with Michael Barrett.
I could see the author now, crying with laughter at the unexpected mayhem spread by what Mike did next.
Have a lovely Christmas but please stay safe.
Love,
Caz
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