I am just putting the final touches to a new book:
THE RIPPER IN RAMSGATE.
The Whitechapel Murderer and a Seaside Town.
This has been commissioned for sale in a local shop and so will not be generally available (in fact initially only about 50 will probably be printed) but I will be posting the Intro and first 2 chapters here. It is a fairly modest work (about 25000 words) and although it deals with the links with the town where I live some of the research and content may be of more general appeal.
Chris Scott
THE RIPPER IN RAMSGATE.
The Whitechapel Murderer and a Seaside Town.by
Christopher Scott
(c) 2008
Contents:
Introduction.
1) - A Brief Background
2) - The Royal Road lodger
3) - Mary Kelly's Boyfriend
4) - The Main Suspect's Brother
5) - The Bohemian Artist
Introduction:
Jack the Ripper? In little old Ramsgate? Surely not! Well, no, actually. Let me make it clear from the beginning that I am not unveiling some previously unknown suspect who lived in the back streets of Victorian Ramsgate. The current list of suspects - reckoned by some to number nigh on 170 - is surely long enough, even if this very list does not - as I often suspect - actually contain the name of the man who committed the Whitechapel murders in 1888. No, the present modest volume is a look at some of the surprising links between this East Kent town and the notorious events of that dark autumn.
There can be few people who do not know the name, or more accurately nickname, of Jack the Ripper. It has become a byeword for something dark, terrible and inhuman lurking in the shadows at the edges of our collective memory. But we must be careful to distinguish from the outset between the myth and the reality. The Jack of myth has become a bogeyman, a melodrama villain - more a presence than a person. But the killings of 1888 were committed by a person of flesh and blood, a man (almost certainly) who carried on his life, went about the streets of London, may have worked, may have been married. The fact that many appalling killers - those who would undoubtedly be dubbed "fiends" or monsters" by the more colourful sections of the press - have often turned out to be markedly ordinary and unremarkable in their outward lives, should be an object lesson on not necessarily looking for Jack as a ravening beast or a barely human monster.
Let us get some basic questions out of the way - clear the ground, so to speak. Did Jack the Ripper come to Ramsgate or ever live in the town? I do not know, but think it highly unlikely. Such indications as there are - principally his ability to evade detection and capture, which was seen at the time of the murders as almost supernatural - would argue the case for a man who knew the area intimately and very probably lived there. The most basic question of all would seem to be, of course, who was Jack the Ripper? I do not know, and doubt that I will ever know, certainly not on the basis of the currently available evidence. It may surprise some that the identity of the killer is not the most important question in the eyes of many researchers into the case. The study of East London in the 1880s opens many door to areas of knowledge that one might otherwise not touch upon. Putting a name to the killer is only one question among many and, to a number of students of the case, not a particularly important one.
Finally, a most significant note. I said above that the man who committed these only too real deeds in 1888 was a creature of flesh and blood going about the streets of London. We must never forget that so too were his victims. The desperate poverty in which they lived and the degrading mode of life into which they were forced make grim reading indeed. If you read about the lives and backgrounds of the five generally accepted victims - Polly Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes and Mary Kelly - and those of the other possible victims - Emma Smith, Martha Tabram, Alice McKenzie and Frances Coles - it is sobering reading indeed. We must never forget in the heat of the hunt for Jack the Ripper that these women, and thousands more nameless women like them - lived this life of appalling penury and degradation in what was at the time the wealthiest and most important city in the world.
THE RIPPER IN RAMSGATE.
The Whitechapel Murderer and a Seaside Town.
This has been commissioned for sale in a local shop and so will not be generally available (in fact initially only about 50 will probably be printed) but I will be posting the Intro and first 2 chapters here. It is a fairly modest work (about 25000 words) and although it deals with the links with the town where I live some of the research and content may be of more general appeal.
Chris Scott
THE RIPPER IN RAMSGATE.
The Whitechapel Murderer and a Seaside Town.by
Christopher Scott
(c) 2008
Contents:
Introduction.
1) - A Brief Background
2) - The Royal Road lodger
3) - Mary Kelly's Boyfriend
4) - The Main Suspect's Brother
5) - The Bohemian Artist
Introduction:
Jack the Ripper? In little old Ramsgate? Surely not! Well, no, actually. Let me make it clear from the beginning that I am not unveiling some previously unknown suspect who lived in the back streets of Victorian Ramsgate. The current list of suspects - reckoned by some to number nigh on 170 - is surely long enough, even if this very list does not - as I often suspect - actually contain the name of the man who committed the Whitechapel murders in 1888. No, the present modest volume is a look at some of the surprising links between this East Kent town and the notorious events of that dark autumn.
There can be few people who do not know the name, or more accurately nickname, of Jack the Ripper. It has become a byeword for something dark, terrible and inhuman lurking in the shadows at the edges of our collective memory. But we must be careful to distinguish from the outset between the myth and the reality. The Jack of myth has become a bogeyman, a melodrama villain - more a presence than a person. But the killings of 1888 were committed by a person of flesh and blood, a man (almost certainly) who carried on his life, went about the streets of London, may have worked, may have been married. The fact that many appalling killers - those who would undoubtedly be dubbed "fiends" or monsters" by the more colourful sections of the press - have often turned out to be markedly ordinary and unremarkable in their outward lives, should be an object lesson on not necessarily looking for Jack as a ravening beast or a barely human monster.
Let us get some basic questions out of the way - clear the ground, so to speak. Did Jack the Ripper come to Ramsgate or ever live in the town? I do not know, but think it highly unlikely. Such indications as there are - principally his ability to evade detection and capture, which was seen at the time of the murders as almost supernatural - would argue the case for a man who knew the area intimately and very probably lived there. The most basic question of all would seem to be, of course, who was Jack the Ripper? I do not know, and doubt that I will ever know, certainly not on the basis of the currently available evidence. It may surprise some that the identity of the killer is not the most important question in the eyes of many researchers into the case. The study of East London in the 1880s opens many door to areas of knowledge that one might otherwise not touch upon. Putting a name to the killer is only one question among many and, to a number of students of the case, not a particularly important one.
Finally, a most significant note. I said above that the man who committed these only too real deeds in 1888 was a creature of flesh and blood going about the streets of London. We must never forget that so too were his victims. The desperate poverty in which they lived and the degrading mode of life into which they were forced make grim reading indeed. If you read about the lives and backgrounds of the five generally accepted victims - Polly Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes and Mary Kelly - and those of the other possible victims - Emma Smith, Martha Tabram, Alice McKenzie and Frances Coles - it is sobering reading indeed. We must never forget in the heat of the hunt for Jack the Ripper that these women, and thousands more nameless women like them - lived this life of appalling penury and degradation in what was at the time the wealthiest and most important city in the world.
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