At City Journal, the Venerable Dalrymple examines two memoirs that involve serial murder. One is written by a killer’s sister (who was very nearly a victim herself), the other, later one, by a victim’s sister. The attitudes expressed in the memoirs are radically different, and Dalrymple suggests that many of the differences stem from the rise of the cult of sentimentality. Go read his article.
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