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A chilling confession, 30 Jan 2012
"The autobiography of Jack the Ripper" was a thrilling read. As a fan (for want of a better word) of the Whitechapel murders, I was expecting a fresh, first person account of the terrible events, which this book certainly delivers. But it also sucks you into the psyche of the unfortunate childhood of the `would be' killer, to the extent where you can empathise and even (as much as I don't like to admit) understand his later actions which he is so famous for. You feel like James Carnac's (supposed confessor of Jack the Ripper) psychologist as you imagine him putting pen to paper these gruesome confessions with a calm writing style as if his victims were poultry. The in-depth descriptions of his past leaves you with the rather chilling reality that James Carnac was not a `born killer', but anybody, if grown up the right set of undeserved circumstances, can be unintentionally moulded into `Jack the Ripper'.
As for the authenticity of the book, it lets you (the reader) decide whether to believe James Carnac is Jack the Ripper or not. But there is an analysis of the book at the back written by Ripperologist (yes that is a real profession!) Paul Begg, which, although inconclusive, has some interesting insights into how somebody writing in the 1920's would have known some the details described in the book, had they not at least has some inside information on the killer, if not been the murderer themselves. So the debate will continue (as I'm sure it always will if Ripperologists want to keep their jobs!), but this book is evidence for why, even over a century later, an unsolved case should never be closed.