You know what your mailbox is missing? A kidney, preserved in spirits of wine. Okay, you’re going to have to bring your own wine (or ethanol), but I’ll bring the kidney and a book, eh? I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled.
Jack the Ripper was known (or was he?) for sending taunting letters to the police, saying he had eaten a (lady) kidney, saying he would send his knife right along, nearly begging the police to catch him if they could. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal.
To win a trade paperback copy of TALES OF JACK THE RIPPER, let me catch you commenting on this post (a From Hell letter all your own, perhaps)!
I’m giving away TWO copies of this beautiful book, and some other goodies, my dear Mister Lusk. Random.org will do the number picking for me, as per usual! You have until AUGUST 15 to leave a saucy note of your own. (That’s two days after the drawing for Silver & Steam concludes!)
My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck. Yours truly
1888: One hundred and twenty-five years ago, a killer stalked the streets of London’s Whitechapel district, brutally–some would say ritualistically–murdering five women (that we know of): Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, and Mary Jane Kelly.
The story of Jack the Ripper captured lurid headlines and the public’s imagination, and the first fictionalization of the Ripper killings, John Francis Brewer’s The Curse Upon Mitre Square appeared in October of 1888, mere weeks after the discovery of Jack’s first victim. Since then, hundreds of stories have been written about Bloody Jack, his victims, and his legacy. Authors ranging from Marie Belloc Lowndes to Robert Bloch to Harlan Ellison to Roger Zelazny to Alan Moore have added their own tales to the Ripper myth. Now, as we arrive at the quasquicentennial of the murders, we bring you a few tales more.
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