In the horrifying annals of American crime, the infamous names of brutal killers such as Bundy, Dahmer, Gacy, and Berkowitz are writ large in the imaginations of a public both horrified and hypnotized by their monstrous, murderous acts. But for every celebrity psychopath who's gotten ink for spilling blood, there's a bevy of all-but-forgotten homicidal fiends studding the bloody margins of US history. In this book you'll meet:
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A story--any kind of story--would have made this title better. It's like someone got together a whole bunch of newspaper articles from the pre-internet era, culled the sensationalism--not just sensationalism but really anything that might lead to an emotional response--and began to read.
There was no story. No connection between the vignettes, no higher-order commentary or analysis. No historical context. Just endless droning.
The narrator didn't have a lot to work with, but in what must have been an effort to imbue the text with some sort of interest, he adds a sing-song element to his reading that makes it come off rather cartoon-like.
This title may have some redeeming qualities, but several chapters were enough to get me to stop looking.
I loved all the information and the narrator had a pleasing enough voice, but what really annoyed me was his lack of knowledge on pronunciation. There were a few spots where the grammar was incorrect but that could have been in the book, something that got passed the editor, but his pronunciation of certain things was awful. Certain things specifically that he repeated throughout that chapter just graded on my nerves.
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