I am spamming my livejournal...with love...
I just
HEART
Richard Herring
You can find the faily nonsense I wrote about her book through clicking the tag patricia cornwell is a twat on the bottom of this entry but here is what Herring had to say about it...
"The book that has impressed me most for its sheer audacity is "Portrait of a Killer" by Patricia Cornwell. The cover proudly boasts "Jack The Ripper - Case closed" and Cornwell seems to think that she has proved beyond doubt that artist Walter Sickert was responsible for the Whitechapel (and several other assorted) murders. However, if you were to take out all the sentences in the book that include the words "may", "might have", "I assume", "could have", "purely speculative" or "it is beyond the realms of possibility", you would have a book of about two pages in length.
Sickert is guilty, apparently, because there is about 100 to chance that he wrote some of the Ripper letters and because he once painted a picture with "Jack the Ripper" in the title. But Cornwell also seems to have a similar chilling interest in Saucy Jack. Is it beyond the realms of possibility that she used her vast wealth to build a time machine? She might then have travelled back to Victorian England and could have killed all those women (she seems very proficient on the subject of how this would be done) in order to write a book about the mystery, making herself even more money. I have searched available records but there is no evidence that she wasn't in London in 1888.
I have to admit my thesis is purely speculative. But if any publishers are reading this I think I can pad that out to 365 pages."
Also he raises exactly the same point about the reality of ghosts that has come to me before now....
THE CONCEPT THAT PEOPLE MIGHT WELL BE ASLEEP WHEN THEY THINK THEY ARE AWAKE
I was always thinking to myself lol people who see ghosts always start with that tale that they were just drifting off to sleep when they saw things...and lol don't they know what vivid dreams are like ffs?
I loooooove him.
Like Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection.
HEART
Richard Herring
You can find the faily nonsense I wrote about her book through clicking the tag patricia cornwell is a twat on the bottom of this entry but here is what Herring had to say about it...
"The book that has impressed me most for its sheer audacity is "Portrait of a Killer" by Patricia Cornwell. The cover proudly boasts "Jack The Ripper - Case closed" and Cornwell seems to think that she has proved beyond doubt that artist Walter Sickert was responsible for the Whitechapel (and several other assorted) murders. However, if you were to take out all the sentences in the book that include the words "may", "might have", "I assume", "could have", "purely speculative" or "it is beyond the realms of possibility", you would have a book of about two pages in length.
Sickert is guilty, apparently, because there is about 100 to chance that he wrote some of the Ripper letters and because he once painted a picture with "Jack the Ripper" in the title. But Cornwell also seems to have a similar chilling interest in Saucy Jack. Is it beyond the realms of possibility that she used her vast wealth to build a time machine? She might then have travelled back to Victorian England and could have killed all those women (she seems very proficient on the subject of how this would be done) in order to write a book about the mystery, making herself even more money. I have searched available records but there is no evidence that she wasn't in London in 1888.
I have to admit my thesis is purely speculative. But if any publishers are reading this I think I can pad that out to 365 pages."
Also he raises exactly the same point about the reality of ghosts that has come to me before now....
THE CONCEPT THAT PEOPLE MIGHT WELL BE ASLEEP WHEN THEY THINK THEY ARE AWAKE
I was always thinking to myself lol people who see ghosts always start with that tale that they were just drifting off to sleep when they saw things...and lol don't they know what vivid dreams are like ffs?
I loooooove him.
Like Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection.