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Rating: - Patricia Cornwell needs to stick to writing novels
While I found this book entertaining, I cannot say Patricia Cornwell convinced me of anything more than the fact that she should stick to writing her Kay Scarpetta series. I thought this book was all over the place--jumping from one thing to the next & then back again. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes to entertain all of the theories about who Jack the Ripper was, but I would never tell anyone I believe what she is selling here.
Rating: - Hung Jury?
Did Scotland Yard's John Grieve (to whom the book is dedicated) use Patricia Cornwell? The Yard wouldn't reopen this case, but Grieve saw an opportunity and moved quickly -- give Cornwell access to all the Ripper files and let her do what The Yard did not. Point her directly towards Walter Sickert and, voila! (Did Grieve mention only Walter Sickert's name?) "When you go after the King, you'd better bring him down." Cornwell's book is probative, not conclusive. Interesting, not compelling. Contrary to her statement, "He is caught," he is not caught. Cornwell ignores Occam's razor at her peril. The bibliography contains neither Stephen Knight's work, Jack the Ripper; the Final Solution, 1976, nor Colin Wilson's A Casebook of Murder, 1969. Knight's book became problematic -- Freemasonry, Gull, grapes, etc., but Knight did bring Walter Sickert into play. Knight was disturbed by Sickert's paintings and felt Sickert may have been the murderer. (Knight also claims his primary source was Joseph Sickert, Walter's illegitimate son. Joseph Sickert recanted his story, but did Joseph state he was not related to Sickert?) Wilson concluded that Ripper was not a renowned Londoner and his identity may, alas, be known only to history. Footnotes. You read a sentence like, "Nothing mattered to Sickert unless it somehow affected Sickert." Source? Sickert's nephew, John Lessore? (Lessore thought the idea that Sickert is the Ripper was "rubbish.") "The anticipated connubial bliss of the flamboyant artistic genius . . . James McNeill Whistler must have been disconcerting to his former errand boy-apprentice [Sickert.]" Source? "One might almost have called [Sickert] pretty, except for his mouth, which could narrow into a hard, cruel line." We see Sickert photos and you could look at one and, yes, "a hard, cruel line." You could then look at that same photo and, no, that's not a hard, cruel line. (Are there photos of Sickert smiling? They are not in this book.) Other authors have read things into Sickert's paintings; Rorschach revisited? Sickert's piece, "Ennui" -- there is a painting on the wall behind the two subjects and Cornwell says if you look closely at the background painting-within-a-painting, you'll see a man coming up behind the woman there. You see no such thing. You need to get on-line, copy "Ennui" into photosuite -- increase contrast until an image of a man's head appears behind the woman. The problem is the "figure" isn't rendered in the same style as the rest of the painting. In another drawing, we're told it's "a man stabbing a woman to death." Find a knife in the man's hand. (The piece is from Oswald Sickert's collection. Oswald was Walter Sickert's father.) Alongside the knife-attack sketch, a drawing of "a brute lunging for a woman." It looks more like a woman being solicitous of a chap who has fallen into a pal's arms. (Again, from Oswald's collection.) Take "Persuasion," from Walter Sickert's collection. Is the chap whispering sweet-somethings to a scantily clad woman? She's alive and likes what she's hearing. (Cornwell ties this painting to a murder in Camden Town, 1907, and Walter Sickert.) Joseph Sickert is problematic to Cornwell. If Walter Sickert did father a child, then he wasn't rendered impotent as a result of surgery for hypospadias (a penile fistula.) If Sickert was potent, then Whistler's marriage and happiness may have been of no import to Sickert. This is important. (Some of Sickert's contemporaries describe him as a ladies' man, a flirt, not afraid of a good time.) Sickert may have had complications with a fistula in ano. His surgeon, Alfred Cooper, specialized in anal fistulas. There were qualified penile surgeons in London and the Sickert family had the means to send Walter to the best specialist. There is no DNA evidence, and Sickert was cremated. (Cornwell may write a sequel if more evidence appears. But every time pieces of Ripper evidence are "declassified," released, whole pieces "grow legs.") Cornwell found some "egg white," but not the "egg yolk." She found mitochondrial DNA (mtDNA) traces in an etching on a Ripper letter and matches between an allegedly authentic Ripper letter and letters handled by Sickert. (Cornwell sets herself apart from Ripperologists concluding Sickert wrote virtually all the letters. Most experts believe only a handful were written by the killer.) Remember, with respect to Ripper DNA and mtDNA evidence, the potential for degradation, 1888 forward: the paper itself, London weather, re-handling of the letters by too many people, repeated sealing, unsealing, continual packing, unpacking of the evidence. Can DNA stand up to these insults over the years? Here mtDNA is close, but no cigar. In fact, ". . . the maternal inheritance pattern of mtDNA might also be considered problematic. Because all individuals in a maternal lineage share the same mtDNA sequence, mtDNA cannot be considered a unique identifier . . . apparently unrelated individuals might share an unknown maternal relative at some distant point in the past." With an mtDNA match, one can only conclude that Sickert -- along with one percent of the London population, 1888, some 40,000 people -- can not be eliminated from consideration as mailing the letter. If you prove conclusively that Sickert handled a letter, via mtDNA or what remains of fingerprints, that doesn't make him a serial killer. Would Sickert, the prankster, send a hoax letter to The Yard? Much is made of A. Pirie & Sons' watermarks on some of the correspondence. Two are highlighted by Cornwell -- the Ripper's letter to Dr. Openshaw, and a letter from Sickert to Whistler. Remarkable until it's discovered that Pirie stationery blanketed London, 1888. Mary Kelly's body was discovered November 9, 1888. Cornwell pins the Kelly murder on Sickert, but Peter Corris writes in the Sydney Morning Herald last year, " . . . he (Sickert) was having dinner with Oscar Wilde in the Cadogan Hotel" the night of the slaying. Is Colin Wilson right? The Ripper swallowed whole by the London fog? Hung jury.
Rating: - Excellent!
This is an excellent book. The author does an outstanding job at presenting the factual inforamtion she has found and explains at least some of the reason other theories are invalid.
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