MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS 10 RILLINGTON PLACE...

Well, I did it.  After watching Rillington Place, in which Tim Roth stars as John Reginald Halliday Christie- one of the 20th century's most infamous British serial killers- at the end of last year, I decided that a trip to west London to see what's there in place of his house of horrors was in order.  It was a long trek on the train from my home in the east end- why I couldn't have done this at some point during the eight years I lived in Hammersmith, up the road, is beyond me!

Christie was one twisted individual, and in this picture he looks evil.  I mean, look at those scary eyes staring out at you.  But apparently, had you known him you wouldn't have guessed what his sick hobby was as he hid beneath a cloak of respectability and managed to send innocent Timothy Evans to the hangman; accused of two murders that he himself committed.  His modus operandi was to gas and strangle his victims; raping them ante-mortem.  His house was literally bleeding bodies, as he hid them within the fabric of his home. 

Here's his house plan, showing the location of his eight victims.  Amazingly, tenants continued to occupy 10 Rillington Place even after Christie had been hanged in 1953, right up to the time of its demolition (which took place in the early 1970s.)  By that time it had been re-named Ruston Close. 

The whole area was rebuilt, to a different geographical layout, possibly to stop macabre people like myself going to see the location.

But, thanks to the internet, pictures overlaying a street map of the time on top of a current map exist- and here they are.  The pictures differ slightly- this image shows Christie's house and garden totally covering these flats in St. Andrew's Square...

And this image shows it slightly proud of the building, jutting out into the garden...

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10 Rillington Place, as it was...

Is the land cursed?  One resident thinks so:-

“I have a bad feeling about this place. The electrics go wrong. The toilets go wrong. The heating goes wrong. I'm going to get an exorcist in. I've had devout Catholics come and told them to bring holy water.  I think the place is cursed,” he says. “I've had bad luck since I've been here. I've been here 40 years. My health's gone. Everything's gone.”

But another takes a more pragmatic approach:-

“We looked it up and read the story,” he says. “I think I would be a bit more suspicious if I bought on the ground floor.”  Unlike the elderly unnamed resident, who lives below him, he doesn’t believe that Christie’s crimes are anything to worry about. “I didn’t have any bad vibes when I walked into the house,” he says. “And I thought to myself: London is a big city. Unless you can show me one plot of land where someone hasn’t been killed slaughtered, raped or stabbed in the past 1,000 years – well, I don’t think that plot of land in London exists.”  (Source:- The Independent)

And what do I think? Well, it was a lovely day when I ventured out with my camera. It was sunny and spring was in the air. One passer by, seeing me doing my nosy-parkering said, "It's a lovely day for taking photographs, isn't it?" And indeed it was. On such a pleasant day it was seemingly impossible to pick up bad vibes from the building. Everything was calm and peaceful.

Views of the garden, taken from Bartle Road. The green section is actually raised.

Side view of the garden, taken from the right hand side (assuming the front of the modern block is the Bartle Road end.) The front of 10 Rillington Place would have jutted out past this wall.

Here is the side of the block.  Christie's house ran diagonally across it.  This is as close as I could get.  There were people around, going about their business, so I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself.

The back view of this block of flats.  According to the blueprint, I'm probably standing just outside the corner of Christie's garden, near to where his victim Ruth Fuerst was unearthed.

It was an interesting morning.  Yes, Miss Elaineous is more than slightly ghoulish, but I'm definitely not the first.  I should imagine residents of this rather cute little area of London are used to people coming to have a sniff around, wanting to see where these hideous crimes took place.  I don't think you'd ever guess what had happened here unless you were told.  All indications of this block's past incarnation have been obliterated.  I did however, pick up on a very calm and peaceful vibe as I stared at the garden.  At the risk of sounding fey and whimsical, I think the victims rest in peace, happy that justice was finally done.

THE INNKEEPER'S DAUGHTER by VAL WOOD

THE INNKEEPER'S DAUGHTER

BY VAL WOOD

THE BLURB:-

Life isn't turning out quite as hoped for thirteen-year-old Bella. She lives at the Woodman Inn- an ancient hostelry run by her family in the Yorkshire countryside- surrounded by her unreliable siblings. When Bella learns that not only is her father seriously ill, but her mother is expecting a fifth child, her dreams of becoming a schoolteacher are quickly dashed.

Times are hard, and when their father dies Bella must also take on responsibility for her baby brother. Her days are brightened by the occasional visit from Jamie Lucan- the son of a wealthy landowner in a neighbouring coastal village. But then her mother announces that she wants to move the family to Hull.

Could things get any worse? Or could this move turn out to be a blessing in disguise for Bella?

THE REALITY:-

Now this I did race through as it really picked up pace as you went along and became more gripping as you progressed! I was actually wary of reading it at first as it is hailed as a “must read for all Catherine Cookson fans.” Well, Cookson's writing was good but gave new meaning to “it's grim up north” and made for quite depressing reading. The Innkeeper's Daughter, thankfully, didn't.

I like reading about Yorkshire as I've only ever visited that county once, in 1979, on a holiday to the once great but now sadly non-existent Butlins Filey, with a day trip to York thrown in. I must make the time to venture up to Leeds, Harrogate and make sure a visit to Bronte country is included as well (as a writer myself, how could I not?) I should also venture across to the other side of the Pennines as well and take in Manchester, as that's another place I've never been to, only passed through. Funnily enough, I always seemed to acquire friends who hailed from these two areas- down to earth, friendly and funny people who often highly sung the praises of the cities of their births.

Anyway, back to the story.... This was a heart-cooling then heartwarming tale of life from 1847 and, as I love my history, it made for a very interesting read about working class life at that time. Bella and her family led a relatively good existence running a pub, compared to some of their contemporaries who weren't running their own business and those who didn't live in a loving household. All of the family had issues, though, and it was heartening to see them work through them and sort their lives out. The East Riding of Yorkshire came to life under the author's pen and it was good to see the life comparisons between the Thorps, the poverty stricken Walkers with their nasty father, the well-off Lucans and also their Hull friends such as the educated immigrant Reuben Jacobs.

Despite missing out on her original dream to become a teacher (and you really feel for Bella and understand her frustration) fortunately both her and her mother Sarah appeared to have their heads screwed on the right way and did a fantastic job of cleaning up the Maritime in Hull, turning it from a hell-hole which undesirables frequented to a respectable inn. They both turned out to be great businesswomen, at a time when women were considered second class citizens: inferior to men.

With likeable characters and a bit o' romance thrown in too for a good measure, this was a good (if not earth shattering) read and I would like to give other works by this writer a go. Oh and I'm glad Bella was not taken in by Mr. Allen's charms- he seemed to be on the make!

BLACK-EYED SUSANS by JULIA HEABERLIN

BLACK-EYED SUSANS

BY JULIA HEABERLIN

THE BLURB:-

I am the star of screaming tabloid headlines and campfire ghost stories. I am one of the four Black-Eyed Susans. The lucky one.

Left with three other girls in a grave shrouded by black-eyed Susans, Tessa alone survived, her testimony helping to put a killer behind bars. Now, sixteen years later, he is about to be executed. But Tessa feels no relief. Because someone is planting black-eyed Susans outside her window. Someone is sending her daughter sinister messages. And there's a lawyer telling her the man about to be put to death is innocent.

Which can mean only one thing: the wrong man has been sentenced, the real killer is still out there and Tessa might not be the last black-eyed Susan...

THE REALITY:-

Another book that took me a long while to read, due to circumstances. I have taken on more hours at work which equates to less reading time, a busy Christmas kicked in followed by an ear infection, eye infection and food poisoning and a then sick partner due to his blood poisoning. I also seem to have acquired family issues to deal with. Anyone who knows me knows that bad blood has existed from myself towards my (much older) brother for thirty-five years, and they will also know why. But now, I'm finding that the main finger of blame is shifting elsewhere- and it's pointing directly at my late parents. Also, common sense is forcing me to take control of the situation in a more than just emotional way.

I never really knew what a black-eyed Susan was until I read this book (it is some kind of daisy.) As a child, I had a “Big Book Of Things To Make And Do” and one of the projects was a pattern for Black Eyed Susan- a teenage doll. The book is stuck in my brother's house, but now I'm going to be making contact with him I might be able to see it once again. By the way, I never got round to making the doll. Anyway, enough of my personal vagueness, here's to the review.

As I took so long to read this book (not because it was awful- it was great- but I just didn't have the time to make it un-putdownable) I have already forgotten certain components, such as how Terrell came to be convicted and sentenced to death in the first place. A racist imprisoning? Probably. This book certainly doesn't shy away from such issues, including visiting the “death house” where the executions take place and whether capital punishment should be abolished or not. This is certainly a meaty and moving read and not for the faint hearted.

Fans of Kathy Reichs would like this novel as it deals with examining bones to try and put a name to the victim using modern forensic technology. All of the characters are interesting and some more than sinister- Lydia, Tessa's friend certainly arouses suspicion and you kind of get the idea that she's something to do with the Susan killings early on in the novel and Effie is also another person who gives cause for concern. Are they guilty as I have just charged them? I won't spoil the surprise!  Tessa is one hell of a survivor and a big WOW to her for picking her life up and not going totally insane.  The lives and houses of her Texas friends and family, and also the geography of the state,  are descriptively depicted and give a really good background to the novel, helping you to create the scenarios in your mind.

This book is well written and clearly laid out, so you know where you are and what is going on from the distinct chapter headings. The story moves along swiftly and all of the components come together like a jigsaw. It's towards the end, however, where the chapters get shorter that the book really picks up pace, towards the kind of finale that was definitely not immediately obvious, so here's to the author for creating an unpredictable yet very, very interesting conclusion. Cleverly atmospheric (what is it about black and yellow together? Those black-eyed Susans on the cover look sinister!) with more than a touch of reality, this book is a must for all crime thriller entusiasts.

DANCE WITH ME by VICTORIA CLAYTON

DANCE WITH ME

BY VICTORIA CLAYTON

THE BLURB:-

Viola Otway, young, romantic and with little formal schooling, has been sent out into the world by her guardian to earn her living. But her lack of education and experience are no disadvantage for her job at the Society for the Conservation of Ancient Buildings, otherwise known as SCAB.

Viola and her boss are sent to access Inskip Park, a huge house with an incredible facade and domes like Brighton Pavilion. The roof leaks, the walls drip with damp, the food is terrible and the servants distinctly odd- but Viola is enchanted. She loves everything about the house, the garden, and the peculiarly eccentric Inskip family- particularly Jeremy, the handsome, lazy and utterly charming son and heir.

Five days later, Viola returns to London having made some life-changing decisions. Even an unexpected marriage proposal fails to deflect her from her declared purpose: to acquire an education...

THE REALITY:-

An utterly charming upper-class comedy romp, which is tailor made for fans of Four Weddings And A Funeral. Although it's not that easy to work out which era this novel is set in, somewhere in the middle it states that these events take place during the unbelievably hot summer of 1976. Other reviews have stated that they cannot work out out heroine Viola's age- it mentions quite clearly that she is nearly twenty-one just a short way into the novel.

I took a long time to read this book. That's not because it was boring, but simply because I seem to have had so much going on in my life in the past few months; from a holiday, to trying to sort out builders and repair dates for my ruined cellar stairs, to job problems (i.e. the one I have is not exactly up to scratch and the company itself is not my cup of tea.)  But when I did pick it up properly it was thoroughly engaging and clearly written by someone who knows their stuff where art is concerned. It's always good to learn something new from a novel. The author also has an excellent grasp on the English language and I managed to learn a few new words (no, not swear words!) and also saw a few seldom used words creep in, which is great for descriptives.

Nothing was totally predictable about this work (apart from, maybe, who Viola ended up romantically ensconced with) and the characters were certainly colourful with some great and often hilarious traits. Inskip Park was brilliantly depicted and certainly made for a gripping base to the story and I especially found Lady Inskip's story moving and loved her youngest son, Nicky.

With superbly interesting, flawed, and often clumsy characters you can really feel for (including a villain who has seemingly played a hand in corrupting almost everyone at Inskip Park) and laugh-out-loud word play, juxtaposed with a comic take on the lives of the aristocracy, I would certainly recommend this light-hearted book as a summer read (even though I read it as the nights pulled in!)

BUTTERFLY MULES AND FORBIDDEN PINK STRAPPY SANDALS...

The pink strappy shoes were found in a dress agency in Southend but it was closed, aaarrrggghhh! They were only £15, my size, and held prisoner behind the window.

But the charity shop next door had these butterfly mules going for £4 and, as they were in my size, I think it was meant to be- look at the lovely diamante toe detail and the mirrored heels. Fate shoved me in the right direction!

I wouldn't have minded checking out the pink court shoes in the top photo as well but hey, it wasn't meant to be and I already own at least two pairs of pink shoes anyway. Whoever is in charge of these things made the correct decision for me!

MYLENE KLASS PURPLE BOLERO AND MAD HATTER'S TEAPOT...

I found this on sale at Bodgers of Ilford (a gem of a store, despite its unappealing name.)  They do some really individual items here, interesting things I've never found in more conventional department stores.

This little bolero, from the Mylene Klass range, was only a tenner.

I love the ruched detailing on the shoulder and, unlike the model, I like to pull my shrugs skin tight.  Well, I would- slutbox supreme is the way to go!

I'm also adoring this weird and wonderful Queen of Hearts flat teapot, reduced from £25 to £12.50.  This definitely looks like something the Mad Hatter would utilize at one of his parties!  I'm not one to generally bother making tea in a pot but am tempted to buy this as it will go perfectly with my kitchen decor and will serve as an ornament at worst.

Or, maybe I'll start behaving like a lady and this will inspire me to make tea properly...

(An update on the above- my SuperDean treated me and it was reduced even further, to £6.25...result!)

When I visited the Stranger's Hall, a museum in Norwich, the Mad Hatter was hosting his tea party in the garden...

And when I visited Margate, we had to pop into The Mad Hatter's Tea Rooms for a cup of coffee...

It appears that there are people in this world who are odder than I am!!!!

THE FATE OF KATHERINE CARR by THOMAS H. COOK

THE FATE OF KATHERINE CARR

BY THOMAS H. COOK

THE BLURB:-

Since the murder of his eight-year-old son, George Gates has written local stories for the town paper. A former travel writer, once he specialized in writing about places where people disappeared, sometimes individuals, sometimes whole societies. Since the tragedy, he plays it small and safe.

The he hears about Katherine Carr, a woman who vanished twenty years before. She left nothing behind but a few poems and a bizarre story. It is this story that spurs Gates to inquire into its missing author's brief life and tragic fate, an exploration that leads him to make surprising discoveries about his own life.

THE REALITY:-

Weird. Definitely bizarre. It was one of those novels that forced me to go back and read sections, as I finished it and thought, 'What the fuck was that all about?!' This may have been my fault, as I bought the book from Poundland (yes, really!) and it took me a long time to read it, maybe because I've got a lot of other, stressful, things going on in my life. Following the floods that affected East London on election day, my cellar ended up under two feet of water and the bottom three stairs down into it were washed away, warranting a totally new staircase. As my electrics are down there, this is a serious problem.  I have my quotes and am now putting the matter to the insurance company. Also, Newham council have been on at me, as part of their “clean up Newham” campaign to erect a new fence at the front of my property and I have had trouble lining up a reliable builder. This is a fucking joke- maybe Newham council should think about cleaning up the people- such as the drug dealers that deal at the dead end at the back of my property and the prostitute who works the corner and who apparently lives in a garage opposite- first.

Rant over, now back to the review. I did a lot of picking up and putting down with this novel but found the thread easy to follow. The writing seemed a bit “out there” and, whimsical and... touched. You did question what drugs the author was on when he wrote this! It was a novel that was very unsettling, tackling nasty subjects such as the real horrors of society and the kind of dangerous sicko bastards who commit appalling crimes. It was all there in the detail, and that detail made for a very uncomfortable read. I learnt about various “lost societies” and, whilst it is always good to learn new things from a novel, the were very depressing things.

There is more than one story interlinked here, as you read George's story and also Katherine's writing and there's also another tragic character who George befriends via his work- Alice, a little girl with a penchant for crime stories. Alice is dying from progeria. Such disheartening subjects. The writing is good, though, and the stories do kind of come together at the end although you have to read between the lines as nothing is ever explained fully to the reader. I think it was the man who owned the meat market who attacked Katherine (though it could have been his never-revealed employee.) It looked like she disappeared rather than died, and I think she was the person in the yellow jacket who let George know that Teddy's death had been avenged. And I think Hollis Traylor killed little Teddy.

This is a story about vengeance, and passing on and teaching others the ability to do so, as Maldrow does to Katherine, and Katherine does to George. And the story ends with George seeking vengeance with Mr. Mayawati- another dreg of society, or so it would seem- and nothing is ever quite what it seems with this book.

A strange story. Maybe it was because I read the final thirty pages at one in the morning, but I had to go back and re-read sections to clarify things. Would I read more by this author? Maybe. But I wouldn't rush to do so,. Unnerving and unsettling.