It’s probably a sign that you liked an adaptation if you immediately read the book on which it is based. Such was the case for me with I’ll Be Gone In The Dark. Last week I watched the terrifying six-episode HBO miniseries based on Michelle McNamera’s book. I finished it with that mild longing that follows a satisfying viewing experience. So the book was a logical next step.
If you aren’t familiar with the basics, a string of horrific rapes occurred in California starting in the mid ’70s and continued off and on for a decade. How horrific were they? Midway through my viewing, I bought an alarm system and installed it in my apartment. Even knowing that the culprit is in prison did not ease the terror.
The Golden State killer was a sadistic, misogynistic man. His identity eluded law enforcement for years, allowing him to commit dozens of rapes and numerous murders. Eventually the advent of genetic detection helped police close in on him.
Unsung until recently was the tireless research of LA writer Michelle McNamera. When she discovered the case, she was surprised at how little attention it had received. Granted it was a cold case, but many unsolved crimes continue to generate attention. (Think of JonBenet Ramsay or DB Cooper.) Michelle was pulled into this world, working around the clock reviewing police files and consulting with others familiar with the case.
Tragically, she died before the case was closed. Reading the book, you realize she was very close to cracking it. She correctly surmised that the killer lived near his hunting ground, that he had military training, and that he probably worked an ordinary job.
The book reminded me of Helter Skelter, another true crime classic that effectively contrasts California glamour with its dark underbelly. As is always the case, the book went more in depth while the miniseries had the benefit of visuals and music. I would recommend either or both. Just check your security system before you begin.
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