Showing posts with label Kate Moretti. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 17 October 2018

In Her Bones by Kate Moretti extract


I am pleased to host an extract from Kate Moretti's new book In Her Bones as part of the #InHerBones blog tour.

Excerpt from
The Serrated Edge: The Story of Lilith Wade, Serial Killer, by E. Green, RedBarn Press, copyright June 2016

Some people will argue that Lilith Wade killed for love. More accurately, her killings were all rage-induced as a direct result of sleeping with married or soon-to-be-married men. She would not speak directly to us but has given various accounts of the sequence of events. The following transcript is taken from police and psychiatric interviews, all published and footnoted.

My mam always said the only thing that mattered was keeping a husband. Her whole life was lived for him, until they died together ’n left me alone, which if she had to pick is how she woulda picked anyhow. I ain’t nothing but living competition to her. He was a snake, that one, my father, I guess, though I never called him that. Never called him much of ’nything to ’is face. [Psy. Case Stu. 2004 Jul;19:310–12]

Lilith Wade broke the serial killer mold on several fronts. She was female, of course; the majority of serial killers are men. She behaved more like a “mass murderer” who kills primarily to right a perceived wrong, except in her case, the wrong was personal, not societal. She did not kill for sexual gratification, like Ted Bundy or Dennis Rader. When asked why she killed six women, all wives or fiancées of men she’d seduced, she simply shrugged and said, “Because they deserved it.” She was also one of the least prolific serial killers. Officials do not believe there are unaccounted-for murders.

“She’d laugh, you know? She said she didn’t kill them all. I took that to mean she didn’t kill all the wives of men she’d seduced. From what we’ve been able to gather, she was sexually active after her shift at the bar,” says Dr. Phyllis Bond, a psychiatrist who has studied Lilith Wade extensively, referencing her case in her recently released case files nonfiction title, Serial Criminals, New York: Pinkerton Press, 2014. “We do not understand why she ‘picked’ these women, specifically, to kill.”

Bond goes on to say, “No one has been able to get what happened in the house she grew up in out of Lilith definitively. She shows an incredible amount of rage toward her mother. She is very clear about her father. He raped her, regularly. I once asked her if she blamed her mother for all the hell her father put her through. If she was angry that her mother never protected her. She laughed. ‘Protect me? That bitch would no sooner protect me than . . . well, let’s just say she called me his little whore, that’s all.’ I’ll never forget the way she laughed. You have to remember, she was ten when her parents died. What kind of person calls a nine-year-old a whore?”

Experts note that a key component in the characterization of a serial killer is repeated killings, spaced months or years apart, with a “return to normalcy” in the downtimes. Lilith Wade’s normalcy was highlighted by bouts of mental illness, even once an institutionalization. Most serial killers have severe personality disorders but not necessarily a mental illness diagnosis. Lilith Wade had both.

Many psychiatrists have argued over Wade’s various mental illness and personality disorder diagnoses. She has been labeled with borderline personality disorder, antisocial personality disorder, and narcissistic personality disorder, as well as bipolar disorder with delusions, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and severe depression. One prominent psychiatrist argued that Wade held no mental illness diagnoses at all, save for her personality disorders, because she was “devoid of emotion.” This assessment has been largely discredited. Some of these diagnoses also conflict with one another, which makes a formal assessment difficult to obtain.

Serial killers, by nature, have learned to camouflage themselves. They are charming, well spoken, manipulative. Lilith Wade displayed all these traits when she worked at the bar, Drifter’s. They can shape-shift into regular people on instinct.

Mitchell Cook, husband of victim Penelope Cook, gave one interview where he said this of Lilith:

She could charm the pants off a snake. She looked at you like you were the only one in the room. Like you were interesting. She was just so goddamn interested in everything you had to say. In my whole life, no one has ever thought I was that funny, that smart. She made you feel like a hero, you know? She was damaged, too, you could tell. That combination, though? Beautiful, damaged, and intensely interested? It could lure anyone. People forget that, when they talk about her. That she was pretty.

This is not an uncommon description of Lilith Wade. Her coworkers and acquaintances describe someone who was always intensely interested in whomever she was talking to. She asked detailed, almost prying questions. She is described as having trouble with boundaries.

After an accident involving her neighbor’s daughter, whom Wade’s tweenaged daughter was tasked with babysitting, Linda Reston said that Wade brought her flowers.

“She’d always ask about Hazel. Was she doing okay? Was there anything they could do? She was so concerned,” says Reston.

But Yolanda Fink, another neighbor in Faithful, Pennsylvania, only says this:

Lilith Wade was not a mother to those children. They ran feral from May to September. Half the time I fed them. They hung out on the steps with my boy, and Mrs. Wade paid them no mind until she wanted or needed something. Everyone said she looked at you like she cared, but I saw right through her. She didn’t care about anyone but herself. She wasn’t caring, she was calculating. Always wanted to know: What could you do for her?  



In Her Bones by Kate Moretti published by Titan Books

Fifteen years ago, Lilith Wade was arrested for murdering six women. After a death row conviction and media frenzy, her daughter Edie is just trying to survive out of the spotlight, but has a disturbing secret: an obsession with the families of Lilith's victims. Then one man is found murdered and she becomes the prime suspect. Edie remembers nothing of the night of the murder, and must get to the truth before the police-or the real killer-find her.
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Wednesday, 28 September 2016

The Thrill of Domestic Suspense

Today as part of Kate Moretti’s The Vanishing Year blog tour, author Kate Moretti talks about The Thrill of Domestic Suspense.

When I started writing suspense, I realized I was more attracted to the kind of drama that occurs inside your own home. For a while, I thought this was maybe just called family drama, but I’d had a hard time finding books that fit this narrow-seeming genre. A handful of Dean Koontz, some romantic suspense authors like Lisa Gardner, JD Robb, Karen Robards were selling by the zillions but their books were more about sexual tension and life and death.  

Then GONE GIRL happened.

I read Gone Girl, and like most of America went whoa. It’s not that the genre had never been done, it’s not even that the idea of a missing woman was even all that revolutionary. Gone Girl did three things to really make the book community sit up straight. 1. It was incredibly well-written, and the social commentary was excoriating. Brutal and accurate, as evidenced by the controversial Cool Girl passage. 2. It brought the danger inside the house. With only one live POV and a diary, we got a very skewed version of what the Dunne’s marriage was like. This kind of dichotomy was compelling and suspenseful. 3. It turned the damsel in distress on its head.  This accounts for at least 50% of the success of this book, in my mind. Not that no book has ever tried to have a female villain, but very few have done it so brilliantly and coldly.

In 2011, I started writing a book called Binds That Tie, which is a couple in a trouble marriage that accidentally kill a man and instead of calling the police, they bury the body.  It was alternative point of view, and a few people told me, “you can’t write women’s fiction from a man’s point of view”. So I doubted what I was writing was women’s fiction. But I didn’t have a name for it.

Now, in 2016, the market is exploding with the kind of books that I adore. Deeper psychological implications, untrustworthy narrators, plot twists, and creative structure (think All the Missing Girls, by Megan Miranda). I read a glut of books this summer, from Emma Cline’s The Girls, to Lisa Jewell’s The Girls in the Garden, The Widow, by Fiona Barton, Pretty Girls, by Karin Slaughter, and the upcoming The Marriage Lie, by Kimberly Belle. All of these books had a single thread in common: they focused on the dangers in our own ordinary lives, our own neighborhoods, and in many cases, our own homes. For me, this kind of story ups the ante: the suspense feels immediate and very personal.

Sarah Weinman calls these stories Domestic Suspense. I don’t know if she coined the term necessarily, but she’s certainly had a hand in re-popularizing it. I’ve tried to figure out why we, mostly as women, seem so drawn to this genre. I think we’re drawn to this idea that we could be our own protagonist. We’re not FBI agents or homicide detectives (although some are, I’m sure!), we’re not in Witness protection, we’re just ordinary women. We have kids and families and PTA meetings and carpool and girls nights out and bachelorette parties.

The appeal isn’t the external threat of danger.  These gripping, fantastical stories could happen to us. And that’s the thrill of it.
 
More information about the author and her website can be found here.  You can also find her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter @KateMoretti1

The Vanishing Year by Kate Moretti is published on 27th September by Titan Books

Zoe Whittaker is living a charmed life. She is the beautiful young wife to handsome, charming Wall Street tycoon Henry Whittaker. She is a member of Manhattan’s social elite. She is on the board of one of the city’s most prestigious philanthropic organizations. She has a perfect Tribeca penthouse in the city and a gorgeous lake house in the country. The finest wine, the most up-to-date fashion, and the most luxurious vacations are all at her fingertips.  What no one knows is that five years ago, Zoe’s life was in danger. Back then, Zoe wasn’t Zoe at all. Now her secrets are coming back to haunt her.  As the past and present collide, Zoe must decide who she can trust before she—whoever she is—vanishes completely.