Description : This is the first book ever written on the basis of face-to-face interviews with women serial killers. The author, a professional criminal profiler, analyzes the common features and the distinctions between women and men who kill, and their crimes and cri.
Description : The first book of its kind-photographs included. Mothers, daughters, sisters and grandmothers-fiendish killers all. Society is conditioned to think of murderers and predators as men, but in this fascinating book, Peter Vronsky exposes and investigates the phenomenon of women who kill-and the political, economic, social, and sexual implications. From history's earliest recorded cases of homicidal females to Irma Grese, the Nazi Beast of Belsen, from Britain's notorious child-slayer Myra Hindley to 'Honeymoon Killer' Martha Beck, from the sensational murder-spree of Aileen Wournos, to cult killers, homicidal missionaries, and the sexy femme fatale, Vronsky challenges the ordinary standards of good and evil and defies the accepted perceptions of gender role and identity.
Description : Describes seven categories of female serial killers--including the black widow, angel of death, and revenge killer--and explains why personality profiling for these cases is almost impossible, making homicide investigations so difficult.
Description : From Lady Elizabeth Bathory to Bell Gunness to Aileen Wuornos, this book takes an in-depth approach to evaluating the life and crimes of some of the worlds most vicious women, who are grouped into chapters by psychological type. Readers can also take a personality disorder self-assessment quiz to learn more about psychopathythe most common psychological condition for serial killers.
Description : To date, approaches to understanding serial murder have focused on individual cases rather than the social context in which they occurred. Written by leading criminologists and world experts on serial murder, this book marks a departure by situating nineteenth century serial killer Mary Ann Cotton within the broader social structure. Using archival records of her court appearances, local histories and newspaper articles, it uniquely explores how institutions such as the family, economy and religion shaped the environment she inhabited and her social integration through the roles of wife, mother, worker and criminal. Acknowledging that it takes a particular type of individual to commit serial murder, the book shows that it also takes a particular type of society to enable that murderer to go unseen. As the first work to analyse serial murder through the theoretical framework of institutional criminology and institutional anomie theory, it will equip criminologists with a methodological toolkit for performing institutional analysis.
Description : "M. William Phelps dares to tread where few others will: into the mind of a killer." —TV Rage At the Veterans Affairs Medical Center in Northampton, Massachusetts, Kristen Gilbert was known as a hardworking, dedicated nurse. Yet so many emergencies and sudden deaths occurred under Kristen's watch that others jokingly called her the "Angel of Death." No one suspected the horrifying truth: that over the course of six months, Gilbert had caused the deaths of as many as forty patients. With new insight into the sociopathic mindset of nurses who kill, and the latest details on Gilbert's ongoing prison sentence, M. William Phelps exposes how one person's good intentions went so chillingly, killingly wrong. . . "Phelps is one of America's finest true-crime writers." —Vincent Bugliosi "Phelps is a true-crime veteran."—New York Post "Anything by Phelps is always an eye-opening experience." —Suspense Magazine "One of our most engaging crime journalists." —Katherine Ramsland Sixteen Pages Of Dramatic Photos 160,000 Words
Description : Hear from Detectives, Ex-Husbands, Victims and Lady Killers Themselves to Understand Why They Snapped "Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face that I wear for I wear a thousand masks; masks that I'm afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that is second nature to me but do not be fooled. For God's sake don't be fooled." --Judy Buenoano, shortly before her death row execution "I fell to the ground but the attack continued. I was just waiting for it to stop. There was loads and loads of blood. As I lay there, I thought, this is where I am going to die." --John Rogers to a trial jury, describing an attack by Joanna Dennehy "I'm a good person inside, but when I get drunk, I just don't know...I've got nothing to lose...What am I supposed to do?...It was all their fault and that's the God's honest truth." --Aileen "Lee" Carol Wuornos, inspiration for the 2003 film Monster "She said, 'You'd never believe about some of the things we are doing at the nursing home.' I knew things were out of control." --Ken Wood, estranged husband of "Lethal Lover" Cathy May Wood "[They] left my mother in such a distorted, dismembered and ashened state that she was identifiable only by her dental record. My life has been ripped apart at the seams..." --Steve White, son of Virginia Susan Caudill's murder victim
Description : I was born on February 14, 1970 at 5:35 a.m. My mother was pronounced dead at 5:37 a.m. Women had not achieved equality with men in any country. Four students at Kent State University in Ohio were killed by National Guardsmen at a protest about American incursion into Cambodia. The unemployment rate stood at 3.5 percent. The cost of a first-class stamp was six cents. The Beatles broke up. Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin both died drug-related deaths at age twenty-seven. IBM introduced the floppy disk. Yes, it was quite a year. Possibly, it was even more so for my grandmother. My mother had died that year and I never knew my father. My grandmother said that the angels came down one night and took my mother away from her pain and suffering. I asked my grandmother once if I could visit my mother’s grave and her response was, “Your mother isn’t buried anywhere dear, she is everywhere.” I never asked again. Grandmother also told me stories of my father and said that I got my looks and personality from him. I can only confirm this through photos she had of him when he was younger. I was somewhat of a tomboy as a child, which I suppose explains the person I am now. I once punched a girl in the face at school, causing blood to spurt from her nose. That happened when I was in first grade and I suppose they should have seen the signs then. However, my grandmother always came to my defense. The other girls at school were always making fun of my clothes and the fact that I wore jeans all the time. I hated dresses and only owned one, which I wore to church every Sunday. God forbid if I got that dress dirty, then I would have to face the music with my grandmother. My grandmother’s house was filled with items and knick-knacks. Pictures of all sorts lined the walls, as did furniture and lamps. She even had a collectible circus train built into the wall that ran on a small track just below the ceiling.
Description : “Hi, my name is Cassandra, my grandmother is crazy, I wear nothing but black clothing these days… oh yeah, did I forget to mention the fact that I am carrying on the family business? What? Oh no… my dad never owned a bakery or flower shop… No, my father is in the killing business. Yep, that’s right, he kills people for a living. What? Yeah, I think I may be carrying on his legacy.” I am so confused right now. I am also angry as all hell at my grandmother. That crazy God-loving witch is going to pay for this some day. I’ll figure out something later. Right now? School is still the same. Even without Tiffany there, the kids still treat me the same. One kid asked me if I was going to a funeral. I responded with a simple, “Yes, yours.” Boy, would I love to take him into a dark alley and rid him of this earth. He and Tiffany could have a prom date in hell for all I care. All in due time though. I started reading about the Wicca Religion. I am really tired of organized religion. Seeing people go to church every Sunday, yet, committing sins the other 6 days of the week. As if contributing money to the basket every Sunday is an atonement for the week’s atrocities. All the lying, cheating adulterers who come in on Sunday services and expect to be forgiven. The hypocrisy is sickening and maddening. Yet, it somehow feeds me. Their lip service is intoxicating. I am beginning to understand what my father was writing about. There are many people in this world who shouldn't have been bestowed the gift of life upon them. They are just wasting it. Drugs, prostitution, leading a mundane life. Grandmother says that we should be “Living for the Lord”. Whatever that means.