Well, this is weird. The movie True Confessions is on television right now. It is based on a novel by John Gregory Dunne that was published around 1980-1981. The story is about an unidentified murder victim found bisected in a shadowy lot. It involves two brothers, a detective and priest (Robert Duvall and Robert De Niro, respectively) and how their worlds intersect in Los Angeles in the 1940's while each is pursuing their rise to power.
Why am I writing about this? It brings back memories. No! not about bisected bodies of prostitutes, or any other bisected bodies, thankfully. It brings back the memory of the sunny summer day I arrived home from work and found a copy of the book left at our door, between the screen door and the wooden front door, to be more specific. At the time, I was living with two other young women. Given the premise of the book, this was just a tad, oh, scary.
This caused us some concern. Especially after we read the book. I must say the book was an enjoyable read though gruesome in parts. This, of course, freaked us out even more once we considered how we became owners of the literature. The mystery was eventually resolved two months later when one of the history professors asked if we had received his gift. (One of my roommates was a graduate student at UVM and I had been an undergraduate history major and would show up for Friday afternoon activities). Upon learning that his gift had been the aforementioned book, we all breathed a huge sigh of relief. Apparently, one of us had had a conversation about the book and completely forgotten (probably me). The professor, upon discovering a very affordable copy, acquired it and left it for us since no one was home. Mystery solved. Anxiety relieved.
Lesson learned: Remember all books discussed in informal settings that involve crimes.
Why am I writing about this? It brings back memories. No! not about bisected bodies of prostitutes, or any other bisected bodies, thankfully. It brings back the memory of the sunny summer day I arrived home from work and found a copy of the book left at our door, between the screen door and the wooden front door, to be more specific. At the time, I was living with two other young women. Given the premise of the book, this was just a tad, oh, scary.
This caused us some concern. Especially after we read the book. I must say the book was an enjoyable read though gruesome in parts. This, of course, freaked us out even more once we considered how we became owners of the literature. The mystery was eventually resolved two months later when one of the history professors asked if we had received his gift. (One of my roommates was a graduate student at UVM and I had been an undergraduate history major and would show up for Friday afternoon activities). Upon learning that his gift had been the aforementioned book, we all breathed a huge sigh of relief. Apparently, one of us had had a conversation about the book and completely forgotten (probably me). The professor, upon discovering a very affordable copy, acquired it and left it for us since no one was home. Mystery solved. Anxiety relieved.
Lesson learned: Remember all books discussed in informal settings that involve crimes.
