Laura Tillman

I think Long Shadow might be a little overrated. At least I feel ... unenlightened? My biggest complaint is that the writing is deft, but does not quite live up to the lyricism promised by the title. I think I was expecting another [b:Love and Terror on the Howling Plains of Nowhere: A Memoir|17318628|Love and Terror on the Howling Plains of Nowhere A Memoir|Poe Ballantine|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1361785728s/17318628.jpg|23987694]. This is not that. It is above-average true crime, but it is, in the end, true crime. Tillman attempts to find meaning in the brutal deaths of three children and, in the later chapters, how the community relates to the building where it happened, but there just isn't any meaning to find. Tillman does a good job linking poverty and mental health, and astutely points out that spiritual belief, usually maligned in cases like these as the cause of the crazy, can also be a source of healing for many, many people who never make the news because they get better and do not commit atrocities.… (meer)

I hated this book. I did not hate it due to the subject matter, which was horrific, but hated it due to the muddled writing and nonexistent editing. The writer went on so many tangents and at such random intervals that I am certain I sustained at least one whiplash injury while reading this book. The writer claims to have reached some level of understanding about the events and people surrounding these events. I am glad she did, but she did nothing for this reader other then leaving me annoyed and with no more understanding then I had when I started this vanity project.… (meer)

There's a building in Brownsville, Texas, one of the poorest cities in the country, where something terrible happened. A lot of terrible things happen in Brownsville -- right on the Mexican border, it's a center for drug trafficking as well as immigration, both legal and not, and the usual urban crimes born of poverty and desperation -- but this was bad enough that the whole building lies under its shadow.

This isn't the usual kind of true crime book, and if you try to read it that way you're going to be disappointed. The facts were never really in doubt. In the spring of 2003, John Allen Rubio, with the assistance of his common-law wife, horribly murdered his three children. The oldest girl was only three years old. Less than a day later, they both confessed to the police; Rubio believed the children were possessed. Or maybe, he admitted when questioned, it was the spray paint he'd been huffing.

But Tillman isn't telling that story as much as she's telling the story of the community in which that crime occurred. What did the neighbors think of John and Angela, both before and after the murders? What was it like, to be them, to live in their world? And if John truly, sincerely believed that the children were possessed when he killed them, does that make him not guilty by reason of insanity? What if he had schizophrenia? What if he had brain damage from long-term drug use, or a low IQ from his mother's long-term drug use? If the state of Texas executes him for his crime, what does that say about us, and the world we live in? And can the community ever come to terms with what happened? Tillman doesn't offer answers to these questions, but she asks them with care, and I think they're important ones.… (meer)

Not for the faint of heart

The Long Shadow of Small Ghosts: Murder and Memory in an American City by Laura Tillman (Simon & Schuster, $26).

Even if you’re a fan of true crime reporting, as I am, The Long Shadow of Small Ghosts is a very hard book to read. Laura Tillman herself seems to realize that, titling one chapter, “Don’t Read This Chapter Before Going to Bed.”

A reporter in Brownsville, Tex., Tillman writes about the case of John Allen Rubio and Angela Camacho, who murdered and decapitated their three young children in 2003. Rubio’s defense claimed that he was mentally ill and believed the children to be demons.

What Tillman does here is different than the typical “true crime” book, in that the organization of the narrative is based on her reporting; rather than pull together a tidy narrative arc, she introduces information as she uncovers it. This might throw some readers off, but those of us who recognize what she’s doing will read this as a journalism procedural, an inside look at how reporting is actually done.

It’s a very interesting take, one that provides insight into the poverty of the community, the lack of resources for help with mental illness or parenting, and the emotional devastation that followed the murders.

Reviewed on Lit/Rant: www.litrant.tumblr.com… (meer)