(Dictated into a tape recorder on October 10th, 1989) The latest book I read was entitled, "Conversations With A Killer", in which Bundy himself speaks, and he delved into the 'entity' that would dominate his being at times, and how that was the part of him that killed. Psychologically, he talked about how this entity came about and how it was nurtured. His disclosures were very informative. He was interviewed by two guys for this book. They did a good cop/bad cop routine, and the good cop allowed Bundy to speak in the third person. If he had spoken in the first person, that would have been tantamount to confession. Though already convicted, third person allowed him to avoid the stigma of confession, and so he was both willing and pleased to talk about himself. He described the serial murderer personality type, supposedly to the best of his indirect, researched knowledge. Everybody wants to know, 'What makes this guy tick?', and so he did his darnedest to explain just that. But then they switched over to the bad cop, as you'll recall, cops to the end, and this other guy was pushing for a number: "Okay, how many did you kill?". Bundy shut up. Wouldn't co-operate at all. At this point the book degenerates. It continues to be a neat read in the great sensationalist confectionary tabloid fodder tradition, but it stops being very informative. I wish they had kept up with the good cop half of their routine and maybe gotten further into this 'entity', but I suppose it all works out in the end because I think I have something to offer on the same subject, and will offer, with thanks to "Conversations"' shortcomings. 

Awards bestowed upon me by my first international reader:

a copy of Tony Thompson's "Bloggs 19"
a copy of Charles Bukowski's "Post Office"
a new watch
a twelfth-century penny