If you think I wasn’t tempted to throw in “and Tay and Travis” in that subheading, you don’t know me at all!But enough about the big games and their most valuable games people– The subject of the cover; there are other interesting long reads, both old and new, so let’s take a look at them.
A new standard for cataloging and clarifying the complexities of the Tupac Shakur murder case: rolling stone 1/25/24 // John L. Smith’s The Hunt for Tupac’s Killer: Confessions, Conspiracy, and Chaos is a very long, but inconclusive, book that explains how alleged “shotcaller” Duane “Kev D” Davis was at trial. The case cannot be brought to trial until the trial begins. Later this year – This is the best IMO I have ever read in detailing the details of the case. Explain jurisdictional issues. It exposes and often dismisses the main bogus theories about the investigation and why it took so long for meaningful charges to be filed. and keep all players, their We will introduce books and interviews with talking heads straight to the point.
One of the largest murders in Las Vegas history may also be the most complex to investigate. Did the Los Angeles Police Department and Las Vegas Police Department work together to solve the murder, or did they try to sabotage each other? Did two officers from different departments almost come to blows over a possible murder weapon? Did some members of the Las Vegas Police Department not want to solve the case in the first place? Why were the key players involved in the murder never pursued? Important agreements Davis made with law enforcement When exactly did the Las Vegas Police Department learn about this? Did ego get in the way of law enforcement? Interviews with police officers, reporters, lawyers, and Davis’s own account of events suggest all that and more.
It’s behind a paywall, but pony up R.S. Sub; each issue features at least one serious genre article, and the magazine’s efforts to get it right in the field of true crime are born out of remorse for failing the UVa article. If you are, well, anything goes.
Dive headfirst into the wikihole of racial “justice” and mid-century media gossip. time Magazine 10/25/54 // To be honest, I don’t remember what brought me to this hallway. time archive; me think It happened late last year, when I was entering all of Edgar’s best fact crime candidates into the Exhibit B cataloging system, and since then many of my midcentury books have been buried. Ta. I’ve had my tab open for weeks, waiting to share the little joy that is the “traditional” hyphen.
It seems like:
William Bradford Huey, 43, is a glib, self-promoting freelance writer who loves nothing more than getting into hot water. He’s attacked everything from college football to the U.S. Navy, and he’s been criticized as regularly and vehemently as he’s been criticized. Last week in Live Oak, Florida, Alabama-born Bill Huey found himself once again in a cauldron of boiling water, enjoying the gushing steam. This fever was caused by the Ruby McCallum incident.
I’m sure the author meant “football”?
In any case, Huey went on to write a book about the McCallum case. Ruby McCallum “Swanne Prison Girl” – and although we didn’t win an Edgar Award that year, this case and other musings on it and its reporting could keep us all busy for the rest of the year. this Year. Has anyone else read C. Arthur Ellis’s historical novel about Zora Neale Hurston’s case reporting?Because it’s about Hurston. and Huey constructs the story of the McCallum incident. together Huey’s letter to Hurston just gave me some pieces of the puzzle. Do you have any information about Mr. Ellis’ book or other case materials? Drop it in the comments!
typical TNY Article about the death of a teenage “fabulist” and his parents’ belief in law enforcement: new yorker 2/12-19/24 // You can’t do a better job of explaining why Patrick Laden Keefe’s “Sons of the Oligarch” is exemplary than Sam Circle did in last week’s New Yorker review.
Keefe is a reported master of neo-noir, and here he’s especially patient – perhaps Too This work is longer than a full-length novel, almost a novella, so it may be patient for some readers. Keefe uses that space to flesh out his characters and provide factual detail. Those who prefer the surprise of managing a true crime story within a procedurally rigorous format over its gruesome hues will find much to like here. …If you like con artist stories, make time for this.
And you probably don’t need to. Raden Keefe’s byline is highly recommended here, but due to its length, the Circle considers it more of a “window shop” than a “must read.”
But as always with the best things, NYer Since it’s a work of this genre, I didn’t feel it was long. On the contrary, I would have liked the story to continue as depressing and frustrating as the ruthlessness of the London police (after summarizing a series of deaths similar to Zach Brettler’s fall from a fifth-floor balcony, investigators have As with Brettler, Raden Keefe quipped, “It was like a vicious murderer was stalking London. Gravity.” ) and his disparaging description of the crypto exec’s aspirations of a person of interest is so dry it’ll make you smoke in the shower.
I was struck by how one of Raden Keefe’s talents as a true crime/historical reporter is his negative capabilities. A common and annoying aspect of most nonfiction (and let’s be honest) is that authors can’t resist having their work published. That’s everything. As a writer, I empathize. As a reader, I try to be patient. As a reviewer, I noticed that Raden Keefe consistently found ways to organize and present information. Story There is a need and at the same time it is implied, teeth He’s more effective behind the scenes because he has more information and he can direct it as well.
This may be an odd strength to bring up in such a long article, but not everyone knows the difference between a “texture” and a performative information dump.Fortunately new yorker Editors rarely bother us with the latter.
The February 12th and 19th issues also featured a dissatisfied book review by my respected colleague Inkoo Kang. Feud: Capote vs. Swans; I agree with all of Mr. Kang’s stated complaints (especially the anachronisms; hmm), but I still think a lot about the overall impact. Most of the time I mention it as a starting point to the last item on today’s menu…
A contemporary interrogation of how “non-” Truman Capote’s “nonfiction novels” actually are: esquire 66/6/1 // The same issue of the magazine also features an overly long New Journalism profile called “In Cold Comfort.” village voice Sportswriter Barbara Long (she had covered the Ali vs. Liston fight the previous year) seems to have a hard time seeming taken in by Capote’s charm attack.
It’s not an uninteresting read, but if you didn’t want to seem cheapened by Capote’s talkative compliments, rather than include literally all the comments and car trips, cut them out and leave it with the swearing asides. Maybe he was trying to pull it off. It really reads like Long (or Long’s editor) has modified this work to dilute its star quality.
“In Cold Fact” is more concise and persuasive.Philip K. Tompkins, a Kansas native, author and professor, is not just a fact-checker. Ruthlessly But to investigate on a meta level whether it should be fact checked.
From the jump, Tompkins seemed determined. “We may require that “nonfiction novels” contain no fiction. And if so, why?” There is not a terribly permissive tone in the words; Much of the film is devoted to illuminating “reconceived” scenes in which the principals present deny what happened. (CW: One of the debatable statements concerns the repeated and unmediated use of the N-word.) Although Tompkins acknowledges that most of the differences are negligible, I’m wondering if it’s not a slippery slope, that is, if Capote transposed or mixed up little things, what is? He didn’t do anything bigger than that, he says. Or everything.
Tompkins’ conclusion is more generous than you might expect. He is a little irritated that Capote needs “the very conventional elements of the novel he knows: a dramatic climax, a moment of truth,” but as Edith Wharton put it, As might be expected, he understands and sympathizes with Capote’s obsession with…story. :
The book is dominated by Perry Smith, not the victim, the investigator, the lawyer, or even the two murderers. When Smith stood up, Capote wrote, “he was as tall as a 12-year-old.” A photo of Avedon with the two standing together reveals that Capote is, if anything, a “slippery spray” with shorter hair than Smith. Additionally, Smith had a miserable childhood. Harper Lee, who has known Capote for many years, said: newsweek“I think every time Truman looked at Perry, it reminded him of his childhood.”
The murderer cries. He asks to hold his hand. He says, “I’m shrouded in shame.” he apologized. Although this is a moving portrait, I would argue that it is not of the man who was actually Perry Smith, the man who in real life told his friend Caliban that he was Perry Smith. do not have Sorry… Capote’s characterization of Smith clearly says more about the former than the latter.
Tompkins was not the first to observe that Capote probably could have gotten away with “nonfiction novels” and the various exaggerations and literary filths that he probably could have gotten over if he had refined them (and the last in our lifetime). Probably not). ‘Every word’ of ‘didn’t claim a spasm of hyperbolic defense (I’m guessing). Ruthlessly That’s true.He certainly made that claim, inviting a perpetual stream of jealous and malicious attacks, but that doesn’t mean that commentators and scholars should never question his methods or sources – certainly we don’t. You should, because it’s worth it. ICB‘s version of Perry Smith struck even my teenage self as bullshit.
But if the idea of a nonfiction novel is to allow dramatic license to reveal the “real” parts, then honesty about how much license is taken is very important. In Capote’s defense, in the glare of the book’s success, neither he nor the culture had any vocabulary to express what he had created. And the story “I fell in love with a murderer and watched him die on the guillotine” wasn’t a story Capote himself could sell either.