Showing posts with label TRUE CRIME. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TRUE CRIME. Show all posts

Friday, August 7, 2026

A FATHER AND DAUGHTER DISCUSS HUMAN MONSTERS


I've kept at least one toe in the water for crime fiction and true crime for many years. Right now, true crime is blowing up YouTube with scads of true crime podcasts and streamers like Netflix have a large catalog, bursting with true crime documentaries.

One of the first true crime books I ever read was "Deviant" by Harold Schechter, the story of the notorious Ed Gein, who murdered and robbed graves to make a skinsuit so he could be "closer" to his dear, dead mother. I was hooked!

Now, Schechter's daughter has become a crime novelist and the two recently got together in crimereads.com to discuss their common obsession.


A Father and Daughter Discuss Their Shared Crime Obsessions
For Father's Day, authors Harold Schechter and Lauren Oliver are talking writing, crime, and the darkest corners of the human psyche.

By Lauren Oliver | June 19, 2026 | crimereads.com
Lauren Oliver: It’s rare for a father and daughter to share a professional obsession with the darkest corners of the human psyche. I’d love to start with how you first found your way into writing about murder and crime.

Harold Schechter: I’ve been asked that many times, and the answer always goes back to my childhood fascination with monsters.

As a baby boomer, I grew up in a culture saturated with them. I spent my Friday evenings watching our local Creature Features TV programs that showed the classic Universal monster movies like Frankenstein, Dracula, and The Wolfman. I went to Saturday matinees of Grade-B horror films like Creature from the Black Lagoon and The Incredible Shrinking Man. I pored over comics like Tales from the Crypt and magazines like Famous Monsters of Filmland. My imagination was shaped—if not warped—by those stories.

As I grew older, I became fascinated by the psychological and sociological function these stories serve—why do we need tales about monsters from childhood on? At a certain age, you stop believing in werewolves, but you never outgrow the need for a substitute. For me, that need was fulfilled by real-world murders who seemed like fairy-tale ogres come to life.

LO: Like Ed Gein?

HS: Exactly. While researching a book on movie special effects, I realized that The Texas Chain Saw Massacre and Psycho, my all-time favorites horror films, were both inspired by the midwestern “ghoul,” Ed Gein.  Looking into his case—which most people, me included, were unfamiliar with at the time—I was struck by the fact that it was a kind of nightmarish folktale come to life.

It’s a universal experience: every community has a story about the “creepy character” living off the beaten track—the Boo Radley types. Those figures invariably turn out to be harmless eccentrics. In the Bronx apartment building I grew up in, there was an old woman on the sixth floor we whispered was a cannibal witch. Of course, she turned out to be nothing but a lonely old cat lady.

But in Gein’s case, the stories about his “haunted house” were actually true. When I wrote my early books, I didn’t even think of them as true crime. I felt I was inventing a new genre: “true horror.”

LO: It’s interesting you say that, because I grew up in a house saturated with those real-life monsters. When I started writing my first thriller, it felt like a homecoming. I’ve always been interested in the “shadow”—the Jungian idea that these monsters are just the embodiment of dark impulses that are present, in a refracted way, in regular people.

HS: Precisely. Monsters are the incarnations of our forbidden, antisocial impulses. They’re manifestations of what Jung called the shadow archetype.

LO: But there was a weird duality for me. Our home was filled with stories of gruesome killers, yet it was also incredibly cozy. Those two things are blended in my mind. I don’t experience reading about killers as “dark” because that darkness was always an intellectual part of our household. Speaking of which–did it surprise you that you ended up writing about murder, too?

HS:  Far from surprising me, it felt somehow inevitable. And it doesn’t surprise me that you turned out to be a writer—you were winning awards at a very young age. I always expected you or your sister, Lizzie, to find a path into this world.

LO: It is a family affair. Lizzie studies the brain to answer fundamental questions about the “self”. I think all writers are trying to answer those same questions, but for me, the answer runs out at the “edges”—those horrible acts people commit against each other. Our sense of being in control, our sense of the knowable ego, peters out at those extremes.

HS: Well, writing is a form of self-exploration. To write successfully about someone like Albert Fish, I had to take a painful journey into the darkest recesses of my own mind to find some sliver of empathy. As Jung said, the meeting with oneself is at first the meeting with one’s own shadow. You have to confront the things you’d prefer not to know about yourself.

LO: Do you think that’s why people read these books? As a way to ventilate those same feelings?

HS: To some extent, yes. It’s a way to process taboo fantasies and impulses that people aren’t even consciously aware of. Plato said, “The virtuous man dreams what the wicked man does”. Reading true crime stories allows people to live those fantasies out in a vicarious way—it’s like releasing steam.

LO: There’s also something uniquely satisfying about the narrative structure of murder. You have clear antagonists and protagonists, and a puzzle element where order is eventually restored. My latest book, The Girl in the Lake, lives on that edge between the psychological and the supernatural. It required immense research into a real place to anchor the fiction. You do the opposite: you take “dry” documentary material—court records and police reports—and shape it with the structure of a novel.

HS:  Truman Capote pioneered that approach with In Cold Blood, which he called a “nonfiction novel,” meaning that he was applying novelistic techniques to the telling a true-life crime.  Today, people sometimes use the term “creative nonfiction.” When I wrote Deviant, I was constantly thinking about point of view, cliffhangers, and how I would “edit” the material as if it were a suspense movie or pulp thriller. Fiction and non-fiction both require the same imaginative skills for story construction.

LO: The challenge in fiction is educating the reader about that research without being didactic or slowing the narrative down. I know you read everything, but what’s on your nightstand right now?

HS: I don’t actually read or watch much true crime—I spend all day thinking about it, so I need a break. Like many people my age, I’ve migrated toward non-fiction. I just finished a biography of Mark Rothko and a book about the “New Hollywood” directors of the 1970s—Coppola, Lucas, Spielberg, Scorsese, et al.  But I still enjoy a good novel. I just finished Larry McMurtry’s Horseman, Pass By and have started on Elizabeth Strout’s The Things We Never Say.

LO: I’m in a “golden era” of literary mysteries. I’m obsessed with authors like Tana French, Kate Atkinson, and Liz Moore’s The God of the Woods. They write at that perfect intersection of literary depth and commercial pull.

HS: My sister just finished the new Tana French. As for more heavy-duty fiction, I spent forty-two years as a professor of American literature, so I feel I’ve paid my dues there.

LO: Given those forty-two years and the nature of your work, does the material ever get to you? Does it become too heavy?

HS: Because of the unspeakable things he did to children, my book on Albert Fish, Deranged, was the hardest to write, partly because you and your sister were so young at the time. I’m not inured to the material I write about; I’m still capable of getting upset over a particularly atrocious crime.

But I don’t find it quite as disturbing as I used to. I compare the situation to a medical student’s first cadaver dissection—at first, you’re running out of the room trying not to throw up, but before long, you’re eating lunch while you’re slicing open the body. Nothing really shocks me anymore regarding the outer limits of human behavior.

At the same time, I don’t choose my subjects because they involve especially gruesome murders.  People are killed in horrific ways every day. I look for cases that have the elements of any strong narrative—compelling characters, a clear arc of how the person was caught, and the larger impact it produces. To some degree, I see my work as a form of sociology. You learn a lot about society by looking at the crimes it becomes obsessed with at a given time.

Lauren: It’s strange to think about when “normal” kids learn that murder exists. For me, it was just the background context of my life. It makes it easier to go there imaginatively, even though I still find the reality of it—the idea of solving a problem with murder—totally shocking. We grew up understanding the difference between the “serial” monsters and the much more mundane, everyday tragedies visited upon friends and families.

Harold:  Kids are exposed to “murder” from a very early age. Just look at the horrors that run through Grimms’ fairy tales or the kind of gratuitous cartoon violence satirized in the Simpsons’ “Itchy and Scratchy.” Plenty of characters die violent deaths in Harry Potter. Still, it’s true that those are different from the real-life horrors you were exposed to.

Lauren: Exactly. It made going there imaginatively feel natural, even if the fact of it remains shocking. It was just the constellation of the world as I understood it.

Harold: Well, I think the main point you need to stress with this interview is that basically you and your sister owe everything to me.

Lauren: I knew you were going to end there.

Saturday, May 16, 2026

FEMALE SAVAGES IN ACTION! (PART 1)


“This kid approaches me to request music lessons. He wants to learn guitar and become a music star. Little Charlie is so lazy and shiftless, I doubt if he’ll put in the time required to learn. The youngster has been in institutions all of his life;  first orphanages, then reformatories, and finally federal prison. His mother, a prostitute, was never around to look after him. I decide it’s time someone did something for him, and to my surprise, he learns quickly. He has a pleasant voice and a pleasing personality, although he’s unusually meek and mild for a convict. He never has a harsh word to say and is never involved in even an argument."
- Alvin "Creepy" Karpis on Charles Manson's
interest in music.

MOBS AND GANGS
Vol. 2 No. 1
February 1978
Stories, Layouts and Press, Inc.
Publisher: Myron Fass
Associate Publisher: Irving Fass
Editors: Ken Diamond, Shelton Ivany, Bruce Foster
Art Director: Joseph D'Amato
Pages: 68
Cover price: $1.50


I always want to take a shower after looking at a Myron Fass magazine. If there was trash to be found surrounding any given topic, Fass would gladly haul out the garbage and find a way to exploit it in a magazine. There's something about the rough looking, unsophisticated appearance of the things that reminds me of spending time in a dive somewhere off the midway playing poker with a group of greasy, cheap beer-swilling losers. Still, it's this exact same thing that makes them endlessly fascinating.

Take for instance today's offering. Admittedly, there's nothing savory about mobs, gangsters, rape and murder. But the subject matter is as compelling as a bright, shiny thing to a crow; we are helplessly drawn to it . . . well, I am, anyway.

This is the second of four issues of MOBS AND GANGS, the last known number being published in June 1978. Judging from the bared breast shown on the cover it is quite likely that this title found itself stuffed in with the men's adventure magazine section of the newsstand. And what starts off with a pretty basic "true crime" magazine, the type of which was both ubiquitous and popular in the day, it descends quickly into cheesy, titillating fare that seemed to be aimed solely at readers of the perverse.


All one needs do is browse through the pages of advertising: the inside front cover--innocuous enough with WWII memorabilia for sale--is fairly typical. But not far into the issue are full-page ads for porno films, "sex aids", and not one, but two "electronic everything" love dolls. Others attempt to allure the desperate with come-on blurbs like "Hookers Handbook", "I Play With It", "Pottie Peekers" and "'Greek' Lads"; something for everyone, don't you think?


Also typical of Myron Fass titles like this, are the number of photos that accompany a couple of the articles with posed shots of bare-breasted, near-naked girls in the midst of being threatened, beat up or otherwise violated (I'm guessing the "Art Assistants" listed under the masthead may have been the models used in these photographs). Movie stills were even unabashedly used in some cases. Another curiosity is a "Joseph D'Amato" listed as the Art Director. Now, I don't know if this is the same person as the Italian horror/porn director, but considering the content it's worth a mention.

Alvin "Old Creepy" Karpis.

The lead article is the story of Alvin Karpis. Nicknamed "Old Creepy" because of his unsettling stare, Karpis was a "member" of the infamous Ma Barker gang of thieves and murderers. During his stretch in prison, he bumped into one Charlie Manson and the two were said to have struck up a friendship. Karpis learned that Manson had delusions of grandeur as a rock star and fed his fantasy by teaching him the guitar. Karpis didn't think much of the prison pipsqueak's obsession, but at least it was something for him to do to pass the time in the slammer. However, there is no mention of Manson in this article and it ends with Karpis "living out his days" in Canada after being released. The truth is, he emigrated and died in Spain after his stay in Canada.

Another article, "The Hottest Ice In Town", is about a Florida beach bum who went by the name of "Murph (aka 'Murf') the Surf". Jack Roland Murphy was a surfing champion, as well as a con man and murderer who has the dubious distinction of taking part in what remains the largest jewel heist in American history. Along with a pair of accomplices, he lifted the J.P Morgan collection of the famous Star of India sapphire, the Eagle Diamond and the de Long Ruby from New York's American Museum of Natural History in 1964. The geniuses of crime were apprehended three days later. The famous caper was later filmed by AIP and starred Robert Conrad, Don Stroud (as Murph) and Donna Mills. At 80 years of age, today Murphy is preaching the ministry to prison inmates (since the original post of this article, Murphy died in 2020 at the age of 83). Incidentally, Murph the Surf was also a name given to a recurring cartoon character in the 1960s by famed underground artist Rick Griffin in the pages of Peterson Publishing's SURFER magazine.

Other articles with titles like "Never Rape a Gangster's Gal" and "Female Savages - A Girl Gang Member" round out the issue. Together with his brother Irving as associate publisher, Myron Fass produced a pulp curiosity if there ever was one.

So, without further ado, here is the first part of MOBS AND GANGS in all its tarnished glory. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go wash my hands.

NOTE: This is a revised version of an earlier post.