Here’s an interesting notion: Hannibal Lecter wants to save your soul. No? No takers? Well, bear with me here, because we’re about to delve into what’s likely to be a multi-part journey into one of the most plastic, evil, and enduring fictional characters existing in the American literary canon. So plastic, evil, and enduring, in fact, that Robert Anton Wilson was compelled to add his name to the end of
[No article this week, come back next week for the Bowie article. Until then, enjoy this story. -M. F. S.] There was one time in Mexico where something happened to Susan which she could never quite explain, so she never did, and in fact never talked about it to anybody at all. It was a day she bought a black mirror. This was before phones were the big thing so
A note from M. F. Sullivan: This was originally written as a comment for for reddit.com/r/serialkillers, but I thought we’d get some mileage out of it here. Introducing our first ever guest post with our on-staff serial killer expert, the artist Richard Vasko. I have no real explanation as to what brings me here, my situation being what it is, and all, but I do have books to discuss with
Hybristophilia is a concept which has been gaining interest for some time, particularly from a literary standpoint. A hybristophile is best described as some who loves their partner because of a serious crime, often violent in nature. When we think of the word, we think of Myra Hindley, or Ted Bundy’s legion of fan-girls. Crazy women, we think. Lunatics! What woman would write to someone like that, let alone participate!