So far, I haven’t posted about deception on this blog nearly as often as I would like to, but I have been working on some things and collecting topics to discuss when I can get to them. Even though my real passion – personal and intellectual – is single life, I still find aspects of deception intriguing and I continue to get inquiries from others all the time.
Nightline just ran a segment on a serial killer who was horrifying even by serial killer standards. Russell Williams would tie up his victims, then beat and rape them for hours before killing them. The story had sensationalism (in addition to all of the horrible violence he perpetrated, Williams also liked to dress up in his female victims’ clothes) and the double-life theme –he had a distinguished military record.
I don’t usually like weddings. I know – you are shocked, shocked to hear that! Earlier this month, though, I went to a wedding that was actually a wonderfully pleasant experience. It was held in one of those exquisite outdoor Santa Barbara settings (not the beach – I love the beach, but that would have been way too clichéd). It started in the late afternoon, when it was warm, and continued into the balmy evening.
Responses to an earlier post about Stella Miles Franklin were so terrific that I thought I’d try my luck at tapping readers’ expertise about another singles-relevant book I haven’t read yet. It is Instead of a Letter, by Diana Athill. I learned about it from the “Briefly Noted” section of the New Yorker. Athill’s memoir, according to the review, includes