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Praise for The Murderer Next Door
A persuasive explanation for murderand a provocative one at that.... Highly recommended.
Library Journal
Intriguing... Examples offer powerful support for the authors evolutionary theory and give the reader a startling, and at times unsettlingly familiar, glimpse into the mind of a killer.
Science News
What marks the book more than any other element is [Busss] support for his central claim. In his design, implementation, and presentation of this research, Buss is at his most persuasive.
PsycCritiques: APA Review of Books
Buss is adept at keeping the reader interested.... The book makes a great deal of sense.
Minneapolis/St. Paul City Pages
Provocative... Ominous but enormously intriguing.
San Antonio Express-News
Provocative
Austin American-Statesman
Provocative... unnerving.
The Indianapolis Star
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
David M. Buss is a professor of psychology at the University of Texas at Austin. His path-breaking research has received extensive media coverage, including features in Newsweek, U.S. News & World Report, The New York Times, and The Washington Post, and he has appeared on Dateline, 20/20, the Today show, and CBS This Morning. His books include The Evolution of Desire and The Dangerous Passion.
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THE MURDERING MIND
There is no single crime that fascinates us more than murder.... We have been fascinated with murder since Cain killed Abel.
EDWARD L. GREENSPAN, Introduction, Crimes of Passion.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with almost miraculous organ.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
MY INTEREST in studying murder was sparked when I witnessed a close friend fly into a murderous rage one night at a cocktail party. I had known him for years and spent many pleasant nights socializing with him and his wife. They had always seemed a happy couple with a strong bond, though, as we all know, much goes on between couples about which others arent aware. As I was to learn, their marriage was rife with tensions.
The party was already in full swing when I arrived, but my friend was nowhere to be found. When I asked his wife where he was, she told me with disgust that he was in another room. Though he greeted me warmly when I found him, I could tell he was out of sorts.
We passed his wife a short time later, and she was chatting with one of the other men at the party, radiating beauty and charm as she talked flirtatiously with him. She was a striking woman, and men were generally enchanted by her. As we went by, she looked at her husband derisively and made a derogatory remark about the way he looked, then turned right back to her flirtatious conversation. He immediately became enraged, in a way Id never seen him before. Grabbing my arm, he said, Lets get out of here, and stormed out of the house, with me following close behind. The second we hit the street, he started fuming. Her public flirtation incensed him, he said. Her flagrant dissing of him in front of others enraged him. Then he said he wanted to kill her. Tonight, right now, at this moment. I was stunned. And I had no doubt that he would do it.
Then a strange feeling came over meI became frightened for my own life. As I look back on that night, that instinctive fear reaction still amazes me. He wasnt angry at me, but he was so wild with rage, such a transformed man, that he seemed capable of killing any living thing within arms reach. Id never seen anyone in such an unbridled murderous state, and it was terrifying.
I spent the next half-hour talking him out of his rage, trying every tactic I could think of. I appealed to his self-interest, telling him that hed be throwing away his career if he so much as touched her. I told him hed spend the rest of his life in prison. I stammered out everything that rushed into my mind. Finally he calmed down, and then we returned to the party. After a while, I left for my hotel, still shaken and more than a little worried. And I should have been. The drama wasnt over. At two in the morning, he called and asked if he could come over and sleep on my couch. After the party, he said, he immediately started a horrible fight with his wife, and had threatened to kill her, slamming his fist into the bathroom mirror and shattering it. Then, fortunately, he had left the house. He told me he had realized that if he didnt leave right then he would kill her.
Perhaps the most remarkable part of the story is that his wife moved out of their house that night and went into hiding. Eventually she divorced him, and they have never seen each other again since the night of that party. I was shocked that a marriage that I knew to be founded on genuine love, between two exceptionally intelligent, thoughtful, and successful people, had ended that way, and that a close friend of mine might well have become a murderer.
One thing my subsequent study of murder has taught me is that his wife recognized something that all too many of us dont quite fully appreciatethat we must be alert to the deeply ingrained capacity for murder that lurks inside us all, even those whom we love and who love us. When her husband went into a murderous rage, she understood with exquisite awareness that she was in mortal danger.
If her reaction seems overdone, and her flight out of town and filing for divorce without ever seeing her husband again seem extreme, then consider the story of Sheila Bellush, the ex-wife of Texas multimillionaire Allen Blackthorne. Blackthorne was, as news accounts said, a man who had everything. Hed made a fortune in the medical-equipment business; he was handsome, and he had married again after he and Sheila Bellush divorcedhis fourth marriageto a beautiful woman with whom he had two children. Sheila had also remarried, to Jamie Bellush, but she was haunted by an intense fear that Blackthorne might try to kill her. Their divorce had been nasty, and she had won custody of their two daughters in a horrible battle. For years he had continued to harass her, even after his remarriage. She even told her sister: If anything ever happens to me, promise me that you will see that theres an investigation.... And find Ann Rule and ask her to write my story. So afraid did she become that one night she gathered up her familyher two daughters by Blackthorne, and quadruplets she had by her new husbandand fled from her home in San Antonio. They moved to Sarasota, Florida, and Sheila was so afraid that she didnt even give her own sister her new address.
With all that distance between her and Allen Blackthorne, Sheila finally began to feel safe. It was a fatal mistake. Within months, she was murdered at her home in the middle of the day, and her quadruplet babies were found crying and covered with their mothers blood. Sheilas thirteen-year-old daughter discovered her mother dead in the kitchen, her face shot and her throat slit. When the daughter was asked by the police, Do you know who might have done this? she replied, Yes, I know who did it, but he didnt do it himself. He probably hired someone to do it. Who? My father did it. My fatherAllen Blackthorne.