My first exposure to the Ripper (apart from the wonderful old movie, where he gets squashed by the elevator at the end) was Donald Rumbelow's book. My mother got that as a book of the month sometime in '75 or '76. I've still got that original copy. Like Booth, I was 15 or so at the time, and the photo of Mary Kelly was the most shocking thing I had ever seen in my life. She looked as though she'd been blown to pieces by a bomb, yet someone did that deliberately, taking their time in the wee hours of the morning, while all around just a few feet away ordinary people went about their lives, unsuspecting. The sheer creepiness of that, along with the similar uncanniness of the other murders (especially Chapman's) taking place right under people's noses is what really hooked me, and continues to fascinate.
-Ginger
-Ginger
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