Table of Contents
This book is dedicated to the love of my life, Victoria Redstall, the only person whom I have ever been in love with... You are in my heart forever.
Acknowledgments
The acknowledgments are the only part of a writers book that no editor dare interfere with since time began.
The acknowledgments are the place in a book where the writernamely mewishes to express his thanks to all those who have contributed, in whatever way, to the thinking behind the thought processes, the research, the months of candlelit labor, and the support that the writer enjoys before his book is published for his reader to enjoy.
So, this is my quality time where do I go from here?
With some twenty-four books published and with my loyal readers expecting the unexpected, I am going off-the-wall this time around. Dispensing with all the usual professional platitudes for a book that concerns itself with people eating people, I am going to thank those who have in so many ways made this book possible, running back to my former co-writer, Robin Odellundoubtedly the worlds leading true-crime-historiancum-true-crime-writer who mentored me in my early days as a writer, along with Joe Gaute.
To Fraser Ashford, the producer of the twelve-part TV series Serial Killers, I owe a great debt of bended-knee gratitude, for it was Fraser who enabled me to interview and get into the heads of many of the most heinous serial killers in U.S. criminal history.
Then my publishers: From the old days comes W. H. Allan (London), followed in hot pursuit by Virgin Books, then Smith Gryphon, then finally to John Blake (London) and his associates, Ulysses Press (Berkeley, California). Thank you, Keith Riegert, and all of your very efficient team, along with my editor, Richard Harris, who so patiently worked this book into shape.
TwoFour Productions (Plymouth, UK) and September Films (London), and also to countless media support for work contracted to me over the past decades, thank you. And thank you, Eamonn HolmesI am quite happy to be called at a moments notice to profile a serial killer on morning TV, if the price is right!
On a more personal note, it now falls upon me to thank my personal friends who have listened to Christopher as he worked this book out.
In the forefront of my mind are the guys and gals at Monks Bar, High Street, Old Portsmouth, UK. Neil (owner), Arthur, Andy Dervan (with his immaculate Jaguar), and Marek Hasse (a most excellent chef), and all of the clientele Keith and Chris with Timmy, who made my co-author, Victoria, so welcome last time around.
On this note, I end by sayingand this will no doubt please my publishers and readers alikehad I not met Victoria Redstall, I would not have been inspired to write another word.
Thank you Victoria, once again.
Preface
I have been asked, did I kill? Yes, too many timesfor any one person to do so! It is said I havepartaken of human flesh. Think back in history:You will see that man hunted man (still do insome remote parts of the world.) Think about theanimal we call pig or boar. Why does it say insome books we cant eat this animal? Because ittastes just like human flesh. I have eaten fleshof man or womanSo the next time any of yousit down to eat bacon, ham or a nice juicy potroast or pork chop, think about the taste, theflavour of eating human flesh
ARTHUR JOHN SHAWCROSS, LETTER TO CHRISTOPHER BERRY-DEE
ON A BLEAK FRIDAY IN 1994, I sat down with Arthur Shawcross in a small cubicle at the Sullivan Correctional Facility in New York for the last of three interviews with undoubtedly one the states most notorious serial killers and self-confessed cannibals. It had been a laborious task, though extremely worthwhile as he had finally confessed to me on camera the murder of a young boy called Jack Blake. Due to my relationship with this killer, the Rochester Police Department were also able to close the unsolved murder case of Kimberly Logan, a deaf mute Shawcross was suspected of killing in November 1989.
For hour upon hour, I had listened as The Monster of the Riversas the media had dubbed himrelated some of the most horrific acts of cannibalism in modern times. From his self-perceived exploits as a war hero in Vietnam, where he said he ate the body parts of young VC females (none of which is true), to the hacking out and consuming of a womans vagina (which is true) in Rochester, New York, the overweight braggart that was Arthur Shawcross constantly licked his lips, as if still savoring the sweet taste of human flesh.
Throughout my last interview with Arthur, his hands fidgeted nervously. His watery, porcine eyes darted around as if someone might steal the prison lunch from in front of him.
With 250 years on his slate, Art was not going anywhere. Clearly still relishing his ill-gained notoriety, however, he was writing The Cannibals Cookbook to be sold over the Internet. I was relieved when my TV interviews with him were finished. I would never see him again.
On November 7, 2008, Shawcross complained about a pain in his leg. He was denied the use of a wheelchair because medical staff and the duty sergeant thought that Art was malingering. He wasnt, for on Monday, November 10, he was taken to the Albany Medical Center, where he had a heart attack. He died at 9:50 p.m. His body was cremated and his ashes are in the care of his daughter.
It was not until my attention was brought to one Armin Meiwes, a German cannibal who met his willing victim through a cannibal cult, that I gave the subject of people eating people more thought.
Meiwes took his victim back to his Rotenberg farmhouse, where he cut off his penis, which both men tried to eat while sipping claret. As his victim bled out, Meiwes videotaped the entire episode from start to finish. Then he read a Star Trek book before stabbing the man to death. Meiwes was said to have eaten around nine pounds of his victim when he was arrested in December 2002. He was originally convicted of manslaughter, claiming that the victim had asked to be killed and eaten, but this verdict was overturned and he was found guilty of murder after a retrial.
Nevertheless, I soon learned that there are hundreds of web sites dedicated to anthropophagiliterally, the consumption of humans. After burning a little more midnight oil, I learned that humanity has been eating itselfboiled, fried, sauted, grilled, griddled, skewered on a barbecue, microwaved, stewed, braised, and roastedsince time immemorial.
Introduction
I believe that when man evolves a civilisation higher than the mechanized but still primitive one he has now, the eating of human flesh will be sanctioned. For then man will have thrown off all of his superstitions and irrational taboos.
DIEGO RIVERA