How Reading True Crime Stories Helps Us Face Our Own Fears
“Not thinking about these things doesn’t make them go away. So, instead, I choose to look. It is staring into a dim room and letting my eyes adjust to the dark.”
The Godfather. Black Mass. Underboss. Boss of Bosses. Hitman. Ratman. Rifleman. Whitey.
Poppy Never People Never mass-market paperback
Under a harvest moon, FBI agent John Connolly eased his beat-up Plymouth into a parking space along Wollaston Beach. Behind him, the water stirred, and further off, the Boston skyline sparkled.
The RifleWalk Two Moons
Crime and PunishmentLolita
two
thank god that wasn’t me
. here.
no, these things didn’t happen to you.what ifs
what could have been
Black Mass The Stranger Beside Me My Friend Dahmer The Girls Columbine Unsolved Mysteries .Law and Order: SVU
Columbine Greathe’s going to think I am into school shooters
. I’ll Be Gone In The Dark SVU Mean Girls.
if. I don’t give my number to that guy, I walk through this parking garage at 10 p.m., I go to the bathroom alone.
Black Mass
Lady Killers ever.
The Fact of a Body Idaho I’ll Be Gone in the Dark Killers of the Flower Moon
avoid
E.B. Bartels is from Massachusetts and writes nonfiction. She received her MFA from Columbia University, and her work has appeared in Electric Literature, The Rumpus, The Toast, The Butter, Full Stop, Ploughshares online, and the anthology The Places We’ve Been: Field Reports from Travelers Under 35, among others. She writes a monthly series called Non-Fiction by Non-Men for the site Fiction Advocate, in which she interviews women/genderqueer/non-binary people who write nonfiction, and she is the nonfiction editor of the literary magazine Pangyrus. For more information, visit ebbartels.com.
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