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Deranged: The Shocking True Story of America's Most Fiendish Killer! Paperback – Illustrated, October 1, 1998
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Deranged reveals the true story behind the life and crimes of Albert Fish, a grandfatherly type who, in the 1930s, kidnapped and murdered countless children.
- Print length242 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPocket Books
- Publication dateOctober 1, 1998
- Dimensions7.63 x 0.6 x 22.75 inches
- ISBN-100671025457
- ISBN-13978-0671025458
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- Publisher : Pocket Books (October 1, 1998)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 242 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0671025457
- ISBN-13 : 978-0671025458
- Item Weight : 13.8 ounces
- Dimensions : 7.63 x 0.6 x 22.75 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #69,120 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Harold Schechter is an American true crime writer who specializes in serial killers. He attended the State University of New York in Buffalo where his PhD director was Leslie Fiedler. He is professor of American literature and popular culture at Queens College of the City University of New York.Schechter is married to poet Kimiko Hahn. He has two daughters from a previous marriage: the writer Lauren Oliver and professor of philosophy Elizabeth Schechter. His newest book, The Mad Sculptor, (about a sensational triple murder at Beekman Place in New York City in 1937) will be published in February 2014.
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"Ambitious, bold, and evocative, Schechter's storytelling grabs the reader in a similar manner to Capote's searing In Cold Blood." --Publishers Weekly
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"Perfect for readers who enjoy the stories of the sensationalistic press of the 1930s and its crass exploitation of the details of horrific murders." - Kirkus
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The different sections of the book are also usually headed by amazingly apt quotes, often culled from well-known works of literature. For example, Schechter introduces the horror with a quote from William Blake’s poem, “The Sick Rose.” This quote so poignantly recalls the fate of Fish’s most notable victim, little Grace Budd, who was so often characterized as being as sweet, pretty, and innocent, as a rose. But it also summarizes the result of Fish’s depredations in general, and sets the tone of this account. It reads:
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm…
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
The later part of the book is devoted to Fish’s trial. A number of interesting legal points are raised, particularly centering on the question of what constitutes “insanity.” It was also interesting to note that, in the course of their learned arguments, the attorneys also raised the question of whether being in the grip of an “irresistible impulse” could constitute a legitimate defense. On this point, the court seems to have come to a different conclusion from the one a court came to in the partly fictionalized description of a Michigan trial in the movie “Anatomy of a Murder.”
So this book does provide a gripping chronology of, not only Fish’s ultimate killings, but also of his preliminary fetishes. So many of these, such as Fish’s coprophagia, urophilia, and engagement in consensual S&M – were regarded as uniquely bizarre back then. However, now such fetishes are acknowledged as being wide-spread and are even accommodated, to the extent they are often no longer regarded as “perversions.” It would have been interesting for Schechter to have explored this sea-change in societal attitude and some of the implications of such a reversal.
There are other areas I wish Schechter would have further explored. First, he doesn’t supply enough biographical detail about Fish to give us a sense of the “Why” of Fish’s obsessions. Although that is the perennial question about the evil acts people commit, our hopes of catching a glimpse of that all-important “Why” is a big part of the reason we read true crime accounts. Schechter does make early reference to the awful, Dickensian orphanage Fish was sent to as a boy. But we don’t learn until late in the book more about the unsavory propensities of many of Fish’s older relatives and about some of the additional malignancies he was exposed to as a child. This late, brief introduction of such information alerts readers to the fact that further details on this score are probably available. I wish more of that detail had been included.
Second, I would have liked to have read more about the New York settings in which these crimes took place. Except for some oblique references to tenements and trolleys, the crimes might almost have taken place this year, instead of back in the 1920’s and 1930’s. Schechter does mention some of the other news stories that monopolized the headlines of the day, including the Lindbergh kidnapping. I was surprised to learn that kidnapping (especially of children) was such a common crime back then, that some newspapers ran weekly columns listing who had been kidnapped and what ransom demands had been made. So much for our current conviction that we live in unique danger of predators. However, in general, I would have appreciated Schechter’s filling in more of the texture of the time and place in which Fish’s crimes took place.
Third, Schechter had a very distracting tendency to continuously characterize Grace Budd’s mother as “fat.” He hardly ever mentions her without attaching the opprobrium of “frumpy,” “lumpy,” and even “massive” to her. This singling out of a woman for such characterization smacks of misogyny – and what’s more seems very inaccurate and unfair. The main picture of Mrs. Budd reproduced in the book shows her to weigh possibly 145-150 pounds. If such a weight qualifies her as “massive,” I hate to think how most modern Americans might “weigh in” with Schechter.
Finally, there’s the problem of Schechter’s interchangeable titles. He started the pattern of giving one-word titles to his books, all synonyms of each other, so I suppose he has to carry on in that vein. Still, I would have preferred for Schechter to have taken the time to distinguish his titles and cover designs so that readers could quickly determine which of his books they had already read.
Nevertheless, I found “Deranged” to be an engrossing, albeit supremely, sadly grossing-out account.
Although Albert Fish seems to be surely one of the nastiest killers ever, most people automatically give him that title because most of his crimes were committed against children. Personally, I get tired of this appeal-to-emotion fallacy myself; if someone carves up an adult female, or even adult male, the killer is still perpetrating his crimes against a human, isn't he? Why is one class of human more valuable than another? (Of course they're not but American society perpetuates this myth. "A crime against humanity is a crime against humanity," should be the expression of the day.)
The Toy Box Killer targeted adult women, and many of his crimes were probably as nasty as Mr. Fish's. Read a book or two about him and you should agree. Paul Bernardo was beyond an animal. But if you want to split hairs, the Toolbox Killers really might have been the "worst." Sure, Mr. Fish was a sadist, but he seemed to be more of a masochist to me, while the Toolbox Killers were total sadists. They tortured their victims in nearly unspeakable ways, but I'll give you a couple: they pulled body parts off with pliers and pounded ice picks into ears. And they were "nice enough" to let their victims live for quite awhile before doing them in.
The real reason why Mr. Fish is held in such contempt is his letters, really. He had a bad habit of sending out the grossest letters that you will ever read. If they weren't so disgusting they'd be humorous. But sending out dirty letters doesn't make you a killer, but it did get Mr. Fish into a whole lot of trouble. Just like BTK, who sent out a computer disk to the police; and just like Maury Travis, who sent a copy of an image from a web site to the police which implicated him; Mr. Fish tripped himself up by sending one of his nastiest letters to the family of one of his victims. Ah, if serial killers would just put their pens down and keep their mouths shut. . . .
This book made me think of how crime and punishment have changed over the years. If the same trial happened today with the same evidence -- sans DNA like back in the 30s -- it would be difficult to find Mr. Fish guilty, at least for me. But Mr. Fish made another mistake: he led the police to the site where he buried that victim, discussed above. Without a body it's hard to prove murder. But the forensics team first had to prove that the bones were human, and they further had to show approximate age of the victim of those bones. The pearl necklace that the little girl wore, even in death, was probably the straw that broke Mr. Fish's back.
But this book also reminds me of three things that a good true-crime book must contain, at least for me. 1. Why did the criminal commit his crimes? 2. How did the police catch the criminal? 3. What was going on historically during the time?
And number three was explained really well here; you could even argue perhaps that it was done too well. But since the crimes occurred so long ago -- it won't be too long before this story is a century old -- it was necessary for the author to give real context here. He did a very nice job of interleaving "current events" of that day in with this crime story, enough so that I had a good feel for the time period.
Was Mr. Fish "Deranged"? You betcha. Was Mr. Fish "evil"? Well, you'd have to define "evil" first I suppose but I don't have a problem with it. But was Mr. Fish the worst serial killer ever? Hmmm, probably not. Unfortunately, he's got a whole lot of competition. Just ask the Toolbox Killers for a start.
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His research is flawless, not in the slight bit sensationalist but neither does it shrink from horrifying detail.
I hadnt heard about this serial killer before so didnt know what to expect from this text. I can't begin to describe the horrors this book unfolds, I was completley enthralled, disgusted, horrified and shocked throughout - but it is a fantastic read!
The author writes extremely well and manages to present the facts of the case alongside relevant historical information of that time which adds to the story. He also maintains a dignified prose that does not slide into the outlandish....although the crimes committed are certainly difficult not to become impassioned about.
I will be reading more of Harold Schelchier's work, very impressed indeed - good luck not having nightmares from this!
Presentation of the case as I said is not systematic but meanders through the saga rather.
Was he or wasn't he - insane ? That IS the question ?









