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Автор: Mary Kay McBrayer
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Female Serial Killer: Jane Toppan and the Making of a Monster

      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication number: 2019954727

      ISBN: (print) 978-1-64250-207-7, (ebook) 978-1-64250-208-4

      BISAC category code TRU002010—TRUE CRIME / Murder / Serial Killers

      Printed in the United States of America

      We know how to make serial killers. You just take a Type-A kid who’s fairly bright and just beat the crap out of him day after day. That’s how it’s done.

      —Cormac McCarthy

      If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.

      —Toni Morrison

      No one can handle the kids.

      —Charles Bowden, “Torch Song”

      Table of Contents

      Many Things Can Be True

      PART 1 INDENTURE

      CHAPTER 6

      THE UNDERTAKER

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      PART 2 HOSPITAL

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      CHAPTER 11

      CHAPTER 12

      CHAPTER 13

      PART 3 HOMES

      CHAPTER 14

      CHAPTER 15

      CHAPTER 16

      CHAPTER 17

      PART 4 CRIMINAL

      CATAUMET, MA: THE TOWNSPEOPLE

      ANNA GENEVIEVE GORDON (née DAVIS)

      ALDEN DAVIS

      MINNIE GIBBS (née DAVIS)

      BEULAH JACOBS

      JESSE GIBBS

      CAPTAIN PAUL GIBBS

      CHAPTER 18

      CHAPTER 19

      Chapter 20

      STATE DETECTIVE JOSEPHUS WHITNEY

      MRS. CASH, MATRON

      JANE TOPPAN

      EPILOGUE THE STAFF TAUNTON ASYLUM, 1938

      Acknowledgements

      Bibliography

      About the Author

      A Note from the Author

      Dear reader,

      Here’s the truth: I learned Jane Toppan’s story for the first time when I was trying to make myself clean my apartment on Atlanta’s west side, across from the vacant lot that still had “crime scene” tape, across its roadside entrance from the day before. I’d come home from an ex’s house early that morning, and I had spent all day trying not to think about why that tape was up and why so many blue-lit cars were parked on my street at 6:00 a.m.

      But naturally, I found myself twenty minutes later standing in my kitchen with a dripping mop, listening to My Favorite Murder. They told the story of Jane Toppan. I remember pursing my lips, dropping my mop, crossing my arms, and thinking, Okay though, America, any single one of these absolutely shit experiences would have made me strangle someone with a piano wire. I took to the internet before the episode ended. Everywhere I looked turned up the same logistical story, a list of facts barely stringing together a plot with any causality. The more facts I learned about Jane, the less I knew her. In the true spirit of the plus-one who seeks out the weirdest person at the cocktail party, Jane was the guest that I wanted to know.

      I kept reading for her, but I found different iterations of the same facts, and that frustrated me. She was not given a fraction of the attention her male counterparts were, particularly if they were white or English or American. It’s true that there are fewer female serial killers, but among Americans Jane is the first on record. The only nonfiction book I could find on her was Harold Schechter’s Fatal, which is amazing, but not what I wanted to read. The facts were there, but the story was missing.

      I just didn’t get it: why wouldn’t her contemporaries have studied her? They studied Jack the Ripper. They studied Lizzie Borden. Why wouldn’t they want to learn from her behaviors to try to prevent others?

      I have a theory. People like Jane—poor, Irish (at the time considered a lesser race), smart, hardworking—were basically ignored during the Victorian era. As an ethnic minority who worked in hospitality in front of house, I could identify with that somewhat: it sucks to have a job that is not only thankless, but if you do it well, then