Hgun Ahn Ahn itibaren Santa Ana Pueblo, NM 87144, Birleşik Devletler
LA çete kültürüne iyi yazılmış, büyüleyici bir bakış. 2 / 13- Bu kitabı x'inci kez tekrar okuyun. Her iki yılda bir geri gidiyorum ve yine de alakalı ve iyi bir okuma buluyorum.
Bu son 2 daha iyi gibi görünüyor. Her kitapta tekrar tekrar tekrar dizi aynı şey haline geliyor gibi görünüyor .... ve her yeni mütevelli yenilgi daha kolay ve daha kolay çözülmüş gibi görünüyor. ... yine de tüm yeni karakterlerden hoşlanıyorum (Yaprak, her zamanki gibi (en sevdiğim) Suzy, Scamandros, Piper, Fred, yeni nithlings ....). Ama gitmek için sadece 2 kitap ile şimdi durduramıyorum !!!!
Find this and other reviews at: http://flashlightcommentary.blogspot.... I vaguely remember the hullabaloo that marked the publication of Patricia Cornwell's Portrait of a Killer in 2002, but it wasn't until hearing a coworker gush over her 'spectacular analysis' and 'expert forensic investigation' that I actually decided to read it. Unfortunately, after spending two days with the book, I can honestly say I think it makes a better doorstop than it does a criminal analysis. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing Cornwell's work proves is the strong possibility that Sickert wrote letters to Scotland Yard, but let's be honest folks, putting pen to paper is a long way from sinking a knife into a human body. Don't get me wrong, Cornwell presents an interesting hypothesis, but at the end of the day her arguments lack concrete evidentiary support. An inclusionary theory, it is by no means conclusive and cannot be accepted with any degree of certainty. Essentially, Cornwell claims Sickert is the Ripper because there is no evidence that he didn't do it. The problem is there is no evidence he did either. Cornwell's findings are based largely on bias perception, speculation, conjecture and presumed inference. She doesn't tie Sickert to actual murders, refute alternative theories or adequately explain why she accepts some of the surviving documentation while conveniently rejecting the rest. In all honesty, I feel Cornwell is grasping at straws, imagining associations where none legitimately exist. Why do I think this? Well, she practically admits it. I noticed murky images of clothed men reflected in mirrors inside gloomy bedrooms where nude women sit on iron bedsteads. I saw impending violence and death. I saw a victim who had no reason to fear the charming, handsome man who had just coaxed her into a place and state of utter vulnerability. I saw a diabolically creative mind, and I saw evil. I began adding layer after layer of circumstantial evidence to the physical evidence discovered by modern forensic science and expert minds. Keep in mind the 'physical evidence' she is referring to is the letters. Watermarks on Ripper correspondence most experts consider to be fake and mitochondrial DNA from a single source that cannot be confirmed. And the 'expert minds' she mentions? Professionals certainly, but all on staff at the Virginia Institute of Forensic Science and Medicine, Cornwell's former employer. Thoroughly unconvincing, Portrait of a Killer is really much better when one approaches it as a warped Sickert biography or imaginative fiction. Presumptuous in both content and tone, I feel the time I spent on this one well and truly wasted.