tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post1056634456104017164..comments2023-11-05T01:52:12.815-07:00Comments on FRANKENSTEIN1959: Homicide: Life On The Killing StreetsWayne Allen Salleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199261942617339556noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-20051817867483888702008-03-12T15:40:00.000-06:002008-03-12T15:40:00.000-06:00Is BROTHERHOOD OF THE DISFIGURED forever lost? No ...Is BROTHERHOOD OF THE DISFIGURED forever lost? No copies? Say it ain't so!<BR/><BR/>Your second agent must have been a piece of work.James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-5420846455914846052008-03-12T14:20:00.000-06:002008-03-12T14:20:00.000-06:00Once, a disturbed young woman with a bit of a crus...Once, a disturbed young woman with a bit of a crush dropped off a little gift for me at the tattoo shop: a textbook for crime scene folk. Over 600 pages of homicide photos, many in bright and glossy color. <BR/><BR/>I didn't sleep right for weeks, and kind of wished I'd never parted those covers.Steve Malleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17561234111786788616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-90293376195496907842008-03-11T15:46:00.000-06:002008-03-11T15:46:00.000-06:00I can't even handle roadkill, nevermind human juli...I can't even handle roadkill, nevermind human julienne.Lana Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06975996208260144558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-51751937331134704982008-03-11T08:07:00.000-06:002008-03-11T08:07:00.000-06:00Like Gaiman's American Gods, we take our evil with...Like Gaiman's American Gods, we take our evil with us wherever we go.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-57751367880473165162008-03-11T08:04:00.000-06:002008-03-11T08:04:00.000-06:00When I was about four I wandered through a bunch o...When I was about four I wandered through a bunch of my parents books -- all in Polish, but at that age all language was Polish to me. One of them was a brown, softbound book, the binding already about to go as if it had been cheaply-made, or many times read, or both. The book had a number or photographs, most if not all taken at the death camps. Starved persons staring from faces that look more like skulls, every rib -- every bone visible. Dead bodies stacked up five, six, ten high waiting to be thrown into a furnace or into some mass landfill-like grave.<BR/> <BR/>I don't believe you can see things like that -- like the death camp photos or the photos from the homicide investigations -- without having it change you in some profound way. Or at least some children can look at such things and never see the world the same way. Maybe those are the one who become writers, I don't know. The ones who can look at such things and feel nothing -- those are the ones I worry about.<BR/> <BR/>It may have had a profound effect on a number of immigrants -- people who came to this country to escape the atrocities and insanity and death -- to come here and learn that evil had emigrated and settled before them, that travels everywhere without benfit of passport or papers.<BR/> <BR/>-- RichAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com