Jodi Mailander Farrell Ted Bundy was handsome, charming, a brilliant law student, and on the verge of a dazzling career. (Ann Marie Burr, an 8-year-old girl on his route, mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the night and has never been found.) The skimpy update is over too soon, leaving readers wanting more and offering further proof of the public's never-ending fascination with serial killers. And she hints that Bundy's insatiable killer instincts may have started when he was a 14-year-old paperboy. She devotes one paragraph in her new afterword to her discovery that Bundy engaged in necrophilia and returned to the scenes of his crimes to "line dead lips and eyes with garish makeup and to put blush on pale cheeks." She tells readers that John Hinckley, who shot Ronald Reagan, and David Berkowitz, the Son of Sam Killer, traded prison correspondences with Bundy. In fact, like a protective mother shielding us from horrors too awful to mention, Rule seems to avoid delving too deeply into crime scene descriptions.
No gratuitous gore here just the basic, bone-chilling evidence. But the story-and her 2000 update-will still have readers reaching for their Xanax. It's been 20 years since Rule first penned this chilling account. Their subsequent conversations, meetings, and letters spanned the rest of Bundy's life as he evolved into one of the century's most notorious serial killers.
They met in 1971 at a Seattle crisis clinic, where they shared the late shift answering a suicide hotline.
"Ann," the anesthesiologist said softly, "tell me, what was Ted Bundy really like?" Despite meeting Florida's electric chair in 1989, the subject of Rule's bestselling book continues to haunt her. The anesthesiologist leaned over before putting her to sleep. Not long ago, true crime writer Ann Rule recalls lying on an operating table.
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