December 1, 2020

Jack the Ripper is still in fashion | Elementary Blog

About no murderer in history has been written as much as about Jack the Ripper. Neither in such an outlandish or conspiracy way. How many women did he actually kill? Who was? Was there a single killer? These are questions that go a long way, especially in that dark White Chapel in London at the end of the 19th century. That is why it is to be celebrated that, among the mountain of books that are published each year on the subject, two more than notable examples now reach Spanish bookstores.

The first one is a map, a small treasure chest. A map? Well, that and much more. It’s what they do the crazy people of literary adventures. Galdós’s Madrid, Jane Austen’s London, Lorca’s Granada … and my favorite, of which I have two copies, one for the wall and another to consult the reverse, Sherlock Holmes’s London. Meticulous and scholarly works of which this Jack the Ripper. Black map. London, 1888 it is one of the best if not the best example.

As soon as we open it, we find the foldout in which they tell the history of the art of Baritsu, the defense system with a cane used by Sherlock Holmes. Only, as they explain, it is not a Japanese method nor is it called that. It’s all a Watson mistake. Oh. Very of the time, but only to warm up. Then we have an architectural map of Greater London built after the fire of 1666. But the real story is in the 100×70 centimeter fold-out and the victims’ notebook. There are detailed suspects (almost 40 officers), the craziest theories, the analysis of the number of victims according to the investigator in question, the methods used in the autopsies. Wait, number of victims? Yes, because that’s where the mess begins. According to the canon, there are five, which we will talk about later. There are doubts as to whether there are others afterwards and even some in between (some authors place other victims in September 1888 as part of the same series of murders, which occurred between August and November) and, for example, Michael Arntfield and Marcel Danesi include even six more in his, on the other hand, canonical Murder in Plain English, without forgetting various torsos without identifying one hundred percent.

Guilty? Place your bets. The authors do not go into analyzing, they only describe the existing theories, loaded in many cases with homophobia, anti-Semitism and classism, a whole cocktail of Victorian England. Town fantasies, urban legends, and business do the rest.

Jack the Ripper is still in fashion

The victims

That is where you have to look, not to find the murderer, who knows, but to dignify them. And it is what the historian does with sobriety and an overwhelming research work. Hallie Rubenhold in The five women (Rocaeditorial). Who really were Polly Nichols, Annie Eliza Smith, Elisabeth Ericsson, Kate Eddowes, and Mary Jane Kelly? Historiography and journalism have been limited to repeating what was said at the time, supported by rumors, exaggerations and inventions of “angry middle-aged men”, as the author describes them. But Rubenhold looks into the lives of each of the victims and rebuilds them. And he tells us the cruel asylum system of England at the time, the scourge of alcoholism, the prevailing misogyny or how a single woman was socially sinking. Without that, you cannot understand the victims of Jack the Ripper and the impunity with which the murderer acted.

But, in addition, it focuses on women, on fascinating characters like Elisabeth Stride and her double life, her double nationality, how a biography is constructed that is a story to try to escape depravity. Or how Polly’s husband loved her despite the separation and sank forever after her death. And how Annie Chapman worked what she could to pay for alcoholism but was not a prostitute. Because, surprise, only Mary Jane Kelly, who we know less about, practiced prostitution on a regular basis. The rest are inventions of the press, which filled biographical gaps with total impunity. As was the case with Läetitia or the end of men, by Ivan Jablonka (Anagrama), the author forgets the murderer, builds the case of each one with what little there is, without ever crossing the red lines, with an iron pulse. A necessary work to know more about one of the most famous murderers in history but without bloody fantasies or unnecessary myths.


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