Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Going inside the mind of a female serial killer with Phyllis Chesler

HALLIE EPHRON: Phyllis Chesler--yes that Phyllis Chesler, feminist icon, provocative and brash--has never shied away from controversy or been afraid to upend stereotypes. Her new book (nonfiction) dares to ask: Are women always victims? Even female serial killers?

Today I'm happy to welcome her to Jungle Red, talking about her  psychological true crime thriller REQUIEM FOR A FEMALE SERIAL KILLER.

The eponymous serial killer is Aileen Carol Wuornos who murdered seven men in Florida in 1989 and 1990, shooting them at point-blank range. If this sounds familiar, it's probably because Charlize Theron won an Academy Award for portraying her in the 2003 film "Monster."

Welcome, Phyllis!


PHYLLIS CHESLER: Like the great, late Ann Rule, I, too, am haunted by my time with a high profile serial killer.

I am talking about Aileen Carol Wuornos. There has never been a female serial quite like her, not before or since.

If you think that you already know all about her—prepare to be learn otherwise. Wuornos is not exactly the woman who has been portrayed in books and films. The fact that her working uniform was to pass as a “normal” housewife with car troubles is brilliant.

Feminist ideals, feminist dreams, drew me to her case. I wanted the jury to know that most of the corpses strewn along Florida’s highways were female prostitutes murdered by male serial killers. This time, a whore had flipped the script, turned the tables, and had begun murdering Johns.

After Aileen was arrested, I flew down to Florida, not as a journalist, but as a feminist organizer and courtroom witness.

I wanted a jury to understand what a prostitute’s life was like, how she had to endure a toxic level of contempt and the most extraordinary violence. I wanted jurors to consider the fact that Aileen may indeed have killed in self-defense, at least that first time.

As a psychologist, I believed that the thousands of violent rapes and gang-rapes that she experienced could easily have led to the kind of paranoia and rage that could account for (but not justify) her murder spree. She killed seven men, all strangers to her. At least three, perhaps four of them were Johns, because they were found naked or with their pants in disarray.

I assembled a team of pro bono experts for her first trial. We wanted to conduct a public forum on what prostitution is and what it does to the prostitutes. We wanted to ensure that Aileen, no matter how foul her language, no matter how explosively angry she could get—that, she, too, deserved a fair trial.

I envisioned the political trial of the decade, rife with burning questions. Did a prostitute have the right to kill in self-defense? Could she be raped if she was selling her body anyway? Was Aileen even competent to stand trial? Did it even matter? Did she hate men? Are John ever innocent?

The answers may surprise you.

Although Wuornos was seen as a “monster,” no one understood how unique she was. Although I had many phone conversations, exchanged letters with her, and visited her on Death Row, it still took me many years to figure it all out. To date, no one else really has.

She was not like male serial killers—nor was she like other female serial killers. (There are many.) Aileen was also unlike other women who had been severely abused in childhood. I explain all this in REQUIEM FOR A FEMALE SERIAL KILLER.

Take a walk on the wild side with me. The ghost of Aileen Wuornos beckons.

HALLIE:
Okay, I'm hooked. In the world of crime fiction, the villain is the hero of their own story. I wonder of what "story" did Aileen Wuornos see herself the hero of?



REQUIEM FOR A FEMALE SERIAL KILLER follows the tragic story of Aileen Wuornos, the protagonist of the film Monster, which won Charlize Theron an Academy Award for Best Actress. The book takes us inside the mind of a female serial killer, a prostitute who murdered seven adult men.

Women, even prostitutes, have the right to self-defense in theory, but the reality is far more complicated. This book challenges everything anyone has ever thought about prostitutes, serial killers, and justice in America. Aileen Wuornos was a damaged soul, a symbol of what can happen to severely abused children, a genuine American outlaw, a symbol of women's rage and of how our justice system fails women. Chesler was intimately involved in this high-profile criminal case and its issues remain unresolved to this day. Her involvement continues to haunt her. In the book, she speaks in Aileen Wuornos' voice, as well as in her own, and delivers an incisive, original, and dramatic portrait of a cognitively impaired, traumatized, and alcoholic woman who endured so much pain in her short life. When Wuornos had had enough, the results were deadly.

This is a poignant, sometimes humorous, never-before-told behind-the-scenes tale. Wuornos' story is handled with great sensitivity, but also with realistic detachment by Chesler as she probes the telling moment, the telling phrase. Was Wuornos suffering from post-traumatic stress after a life lived on a "killing field?" Was she "born evil?" So many prostitutes have been tortured and murdered by serial killers—how did Wuornos, once prey, become a predator?

PHYLLIS CHESLER, Ph.D. is an Emerita Professor of Psychology and Women’s Studies at City University of New York. She is a best-selling author, a legendary feminist leader, a retired psychotherapist and an expert courtroom witness. She has lectured and organized political, legal, religious, and human rights campaigns in the United States, Canada, Europe, Israel, and the Far East. Her work has been translated into many European languages and into Japanese, Chinese, Korean, and Hebrew. She is the author of 20 books, including the landmark feminist classic Women and Madness, as well as many other notable books including With Child: A Diary of Motherhood; Mothers on Trial: The Battle for Children and Custody; Sacred Bond: The Legacy of Baby M; Woman's Inhumanity to Woman; and Women of the Wall: Claiming Sacred Ground at Judaism's Holy Site. After publishing The New Anti-Semitism, she published The Death of Feminism: What's Next in the Struggle for Women's Freedom and An American Bride in Kabul, which won a National Jewish Book Award, Living History: On the Front Lines for Israel and the Jews 2003-2015, Islamic Gender Apartheid: Exposing A Veiled War Against Women, A Family Conspiracy: Honor Killings and a Memoir: A Politically Incorrect Feminist. She has been profiled in encyclopedias, including Feminists Who Have Changed America, Jewish Women in America, and Encyclopedia Judaica. Dr. Chesler has published widely in mainstream media (New York Times, LA Times, Washington Post, Times of London, London Guardian, Globe and Mail, Huffington Post, Jerusalem Post, etc.), as well as at FOX, Front Page Mag, Israel National News, Jewish Press, Middle East Quarterly, New York Post, PJ Media, Tablet Magazine, Times of Israel, etc. For more about her visit: www.phyllis-chesler.com.

Monday, December 21, 2020

What else can possibly go wrong? Don't ask...

HALLIE EPHRON: As 2020 winds down, I find myself asking: “What else can possibly go wrong?” And almost immediately getting an answer in the form of: 

  • A micro-burst (mini-tornado) uproots massive trees planted when our local cemetery was built in 1672. Branches in our 30-foot tall pine are dangling. The tree guy has to climb the tree and tie the branches to the trunk before it's safe to cut them down, just in time for... 
  • A windstorm two weeks later that blows shingles off our roof, requiring a repair on the back and a whole new roof on the front… which fortunately they are able to do before… 
  • A heavy rain (plus more wind) floods our basement and a few days later... 
  • A snowstorm dumps more than a foot of snow and...
  • A sink in our laundry room is backing up and an upstairs toilet flushes itself every few hours so note to self: Call plumber.
Santa 2020 - Jerry Touger

Meanwhile...we’re in lockdown with Covid-19 cases spiking in Massachusett. In the spirit of “misery love company,” how are things in your neck of the woods?

Are the nights before 2020 Christmas sparking joy or just more pains in the ass?


RHYS BOWEN: Hallie, we are also in lockdown. But John had oral surgery today with anesthesia and he is not the best patient!

Christmas will be quiet as we are not allowed to socialize with son or daughter. Heavy sigh!

The USPS seems to have lost the big package I sent with presents for my Arizona family

And now a new senator says he will contest the election. I need peace and lack of anxiety!

JENN McKINLAY: My fear is that the toxic stew that has been 2020 didn’t really start for me until the pandemic hit in March and it’s been one horror after another - I won’t list them all as it’s too painful and, frankly, long - but I am bracing for the bad to carry on into the new year for at least a few months.

*sigh*

I say this with authority as my bathrooms, which suffered a massive flood, leaving us without walls or sinks, aren’t slated to be repaired until the new year, you know, when I have a book due.

*double sigh*

LUCY BURDETTE: I don’t want to jinx myself by listing things and have the Universe say “that’s not enough!” The only thing I will complain about is that my plantar fasciitis has flared up big time, so I can’t even take a decent walk.

I will be so glad to see this year in the rearview mirror. I insist on believing it will be better for all of us!

DEBORAH CROMBIE: Lucy, I so get it. My bad knee has flared up and I can't walk the dogs. Not only am I missing it, but the dogs are so stir crazy that they are driving ME crazy. But I just got a gel injection so fingers crossed in a few weeks we'll be running marathons (not.)

Otherwise, finishing up 2020, we have had a sick dog, a sick cat, another sick dog, and our poor washing machine finally gave up the ghost and we had to replace it. I'm so ready to say bye-bye to 2020.

Break out the champagne!

HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: My Friday by Hank P Ryan.

Our dryer broke! That’s okay, it’s old, not a problem. Ordered a new dryer. Dryer can be delivered! Yay!
It’s poured down snow. Feet of snow. Oh no!
The heat goes off. Oh no! Call heating guy.
Heating guy can come at 12.
Dryer guy can come at 12. Possible mask situation develops. We’ll face that when the come comes.
Oh no! Heating guy and dryer guy cannot get up the driveway because it is covered with snow! Call snow plow guy.
Snow plow guy comes. Great! Oh, wait. The heater guy and the dryer guy have to get in through the bulkhead door to the basement, and the snowplow people have plowed all the snow onto the top of the bulkhead door.
Call snowplow people. Snowplow people come and open the bulkhead. Yay!
Heater guy comes. Oh no, he cannot be in the basement when the dryer guy comes! Crossing fingers.
Heater guy leaves. Yay.
Dryer guy comes to deliver the dryer. Yay. Hooks it up. It works. Yay. Oh no! Snow plow guys have moved the snow over the dryer vent, so the dryer cannot vent to outside.
Dryer guys move the snow.


Jonathan has no idea of any of this, because he is using my computer to depose a person in one of his cases, and the doors to the study are closed.

So he’ll come out, and say: how did it go? and I’ll reply: all good!

Which is completely true.

Okay, 2021 (a date I cannot type.) Okay, 2021. BRING IT ON.

 
JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Hank, your challenge to 2021 makes me think of this:

I hesitate to even whisper it, but 2020… hasn’t been that bad for me, personally. I mean, the old house is falling apart, but it’s always doing that. And not being able to visit friends and family has been - well, we all know how that’s been! But after the trifecta of ‘16, ‘17, and ‘18, which included everything that’s gone wrong for the rest of you this year (plus sudden car death and massive vet bills) 2020 has not done me, individually, wrong.

It’s even given me some new crushes, in the form of Dr. Anthony Fauci and the head of Maine’s CDC. Dr. Nirav Shah. Who would have thought highly-competent infectious disease experts could be so darn appealing?

HALLIE: So let's end this epic whinge on a high note: What are your new crushes courtesy of 2020? Mine are the roofer. The plumber. And the guy who delivers my Stop 'n' Shop order who is forever upbeat. He's working two jobs and is buying a truck and getting a license to run a junk removal business. I plan to hire him, assuming the junk in my basement eventually dries out.

Sunday, December 20, 2020

What We're Writing: Book Boyfriends by Jenn McKinlay

Jenn McKinlay: I can't remember who my first book boyfriend was. Possibly Ned Nickerson from Nancy Drew, although he was about as exciting as a neutered Ken doll. Most likely, it was Gilbert Blythe from the Anne of Green Gables series. These two crazy kids had solid enemies to friends to lovers and second chances tropes happening a plenty and it took them four volumes to get it together. Twelve year old me was beside herself.


Anne and Gilbert

What is a book boyfriend you ask? In short, it's a male character in a book who you crush on as a reader as hard as you did that cute guy in Algebra class who didn't know you were alive. Oh, wait, was that an overshare? LOL! There are book girlfriends, too. Just ask my Hub, he's got a few.

While writing my next Library Lover's mystery, Killer Research, I decided that the crafternoon club - this is a group of friends who meet up in the library once a week to share food, discuss a book, and do a craft, thus, crafternoon -  would discuss Pride and Prejudice. Naturally, as we got to the discussion part, I remembered that Darcy is probably the most famous book boyfriend in literature, so I thought I'd work him into the discussion for the group.



Here's the snippet: KILLER RESEARCH

 “I don’t get it,” Paula said. “What is the allure of Darcy? I mean he’s kind of a jerk.”

     “Ah,” Beth gasped. The top bun of her story time hamburger costume flapped as if to emphasize her outrage. “He is Darcy! He is the perfect male.”

     “Is he, is he really though?” Paula persisted. “I mean, sure, he’s rich and all but he’s not the warmest or most likable guy, now is he?”

     Beth blinked as if she couldn’t comprehend such heresy spoken about one of her most beloved book boyfriends. The crafternoon room had gone very quiet. There was nothing that could bring out stronger emotion in their group than character loyalty. 

     “I think I’m gong to have to rethink our entire relationship,” Beth said to Paula. 

     Paula laughed and shook her head. Her eyes sparkled when she said, “Well, that answers that.”

     “What?” Nancy asked with a frown.

     “Who of the crafternooners is most in love with Fitzwilliam Darcy,” Paula said. She winked at Beth, who blushed a hot shade of pink.

     “You set me up,” she said. But then she laughed. “Yeah, it’s me. It's totally me.”

     “Can you imagine the library in Pemberley?” Lindsey asked. “Even if Darcy is flawed I could overlook a lot for a library like that.”

     Nancy laughed. “Does Sully know your head can be turned by a vast collection of books?”

     “Yes, which is why we have one ground rule in our marriage,” Lindsey said. “Books are considered an essential expense, assuming I feel the need to own a volume outside of the public library, which I frequently do.”

     “We’re getting off track,” Beth said. She wrestled her burger costume off, dumping it in the corner of the room. Underneath, she was wearing a maternity top and pants. She folded her hands on the top of her belly and said, “I’m sorry but I have to insist that when Darcy says, “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you’, he becomes the best book boyfriend of all time.”

     “Admittedly, that is a lovely sentiment,” Paula agreed. “But at that point in the book, he still thinks she’s not truly worthy of him because of her family.” 

     “Redemption,” Violet said. “His character arc needs redemption from his pride and prejudice. I agree with Beth. It's delightful to watch Elizabeth Bennett stand her ground and demand to be treated with the respect she deserves. Truly, it was a glorious take at the time the novel was written.”

     “Jane was ahead of her time,” Lindsey agreed. “Did you know that when her novels were published they didn’t use her name as the author? Her first novel was published as being by “A Lady” and her second, our selection this week, was credited as “the writer of Sense and Sensibility”. None of her novels were published under her name until after her death and then only at her brother’s insistence.”


Of course, I had to end the scene with some trivia, because...librarian. Also, I have to repeat no name attribution on her books? The cheek of those publishers! Honestly!


How about you, Reds and Readers, who was your first protagonist crush?