*Concept loosely borrowed from my all-time favorite author, John Cheever, short story, 1961
1. Riding with Ted Bundy in his VW beetle
2. Hiring a Nazi piano teacher
3. Knowing one person who killed their mother, and suspecting another
I’m stopping here. Life, no doubt, is stranger than fiction. If I continued, I would be perceived to be too crazy to ever take seriously. (I hope I’ve stopped in time…!)
Tags: Bundy, Cheever, fiction, matricide, Nazi, novel, piano, Ted
June 26, 2008 at 12:22 am
Your list alone would stand as a story!
Actually, your idea list-and-title is inspiring.
I so look forward to finishing a for-hire book and can jump on my own.
June 26, 2008 at 11:40 pm
The list is only the beginning (she said conspiratorially…)
I wish you godspeed on the for-hire!
August 13, 2008 at 2:42 pm
I used to own an Anne Rule-book about Ted Bundy until a “friend” borrowed it and never took the responsibility of returning it back. Of course, there were several futile attempts of scouting bookstores in search of a replacement; but all were in vain. Being a true self-confessed, true-crime aficionado that I am, there are scores of true-crime stories that I came across with, but none is more moving than the story of Ted Bundy. I have read about Dianne Downs, Dr. Anthony Pignataro, Janis Miranda, Pat Taylor, and Debora Green among others. But it is Ted Bundy’s story that first riveted my interest about real crimes. It is his story that strengthened my realization that ours is not a safe place to live, because criminals can be anyone.
I am not sure whether I can find a replacement for that lost book, but for the meantime I will engross myself with other horrific real tales of crimes. Currently, I am reading The World’s Greatest Scandals of the 20th Century by Nigel Blundell. Apparently, this is a collection of intriguing stories that splashed the front pages of popular news papers. These sordid stories still compel a number people to probe behind the scenes to find out that elusive truth.
Moral Lesson: Never let anyone borrow a priceless book.
August 16, 2008 at 8:17 pm
You are so right. An acquaintance borrowed my beloved copy of John Cheever’s short stories, and I was unable to get it back.
I tried to remember through my sorrow that at least his words were being shared…
GG