Idon’t remember when I first learned about Jack the Ripper . I also don’t remember ever not knowing about him.

As story fodder, Jack the Ripper is pure gold. The man who slaughtered vulnerable women on the streets of East London in the fall of 1888 was the scum of the earth. But we usually conjure him as a criminal mastermind wearing an aura of dark romance, of fascination, of almost delicious horror. Artists render him heroically – tall, broad-shouldered, and masculine, his cloak billowing through misty streets. The truth of Jack the Ripper, along with most police documents pertaining to the case, are lost to history. He is left as more myth than mystery now, as both an enigma and an archetype.

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