Back With The Killer Again

I am astonished that it’s been almost two entire years since I have posted here. It feels very strange that an amount of time like that can go past without noticing, when a PhD itself is such a short chunk of a life (but such a LONG slog of a task as well). The passage of time during the thesis-writing process often feels like that of Green Wing, always speeding up and slowing down, glitching and looping, erasing parts of itself and repeating others in a way that is satisfyingly hauntological to write about and disconcerting in the extreme at times to experience.

In the time that’s elapsed half a PhD lifetime has passed. From being a second year, sitting on every committee I could find (mostly in order to avoid feelings of isolation, if I’m brutally honest), run ragged — but, also, having fun collaborating and engaging with colleagues and organising events, and working on my film and tv chapter and the quasi-comic, psychosexual, excess grotesquerie of embodied performances of toxic masculinity — to a sage (and/or haggard) old 4th year eking out the last months of their writing up year like some imaginary medieval saint scratching away in a cell. Since then, amongst other things, I have written a book chapter about the Gothic aspects of Maxine Peake’s Northern star persona (in David Forrest and Beth Johnson’s forthcoming edited collection Social Class and Television Drama in Contemporary Britain, Palgrave Macmillan 2016 (hashtag pluggy mcplugface)) the germ of an idea for which came from this very blog, and I’ve also considerably levelled up my chapter on representations of the Moors Murderers and Peter Suctliffe’s depiction in popular music (which you can see me give a paper on in Liverpool Hope at their Theorising the Popular Conference on June 28th-9th if you’re so minded, and/or read the abstract below:
[edit: I’ve added the abstract in full here, as I’ve realised only people with accounts who are logged in can actually see the page I’ve linked to, which isn’t very helpful]

‘Pop Is Always Looking For Trouble’: Popular Music’s Fascination With Celebrity And Violence).

This paper will use popular music representations of the ‘Moors Murders’ and ‘Yorkshire Ripper’ cases as case studies to examine the ways that pop culture has responded to and shaped the figure of the celebrity criminal in general and the mythology surrounding these crimes specifically, and, the ways in which it has questioned official history and what has been designated as exceptional and what as unexceptional violence.

Featured in songs from punk and industrial music in the 1970 and 80s, to indie from the 1980s onwards, these killers’ proliferation as musical cultural commodities has emerged alongside the development of ‘alternative’ popular music and out of (and in turn fed back into) its mixed and often self-contradictory concerns around authenticity, fame, image, commodity, creativity, self-determination, ediginess, auto-didactism, rebellion, working-class emancipation, contested models of gender and sexuality, and suspicions of official establishment narratives.

Of the many songs available I will use the following texts as my main examples, providing both close analysis of lyrics and context of the publicity artefacts and reception around these cultural acts:
Throbbing Gristle’s ‘Very Friendly’ (1975), The Moors Murderers’ ‘Free Hindley’ (1978), Siouxsie and the Banshees’ ‘Night Shift’ (1981), The Smiths’ ‘Suffer Little Children’,  (1984), the satirical depiction of pop music’s depiction of these killers in the TV comedy Brass Eye (1997), and Luke Haines’ ‘Leeds United’ (2007).

Drawing on Lisa Downing’s work on the construction of the figure of the murderer as exceptional, overlapping with the figure of the artist, and, the epitome of the individualised neoliberal subject (The Subject of Murder, 2013), and David Schmid’s analysis of the particular cultural forces that have shaped the modern serial killer into the apparently obvious and self-evident figure of fame and fascination (Natural Born Celebrities, 2006), I will demonstrate that the construction of these celebrity killers and that of the celebrity musician share many important facets and are mutually self-supporting in their mythologies and the kinds of cultural intertext they draw upon to create and maintain their exceptionality and commodity status as society’s ultimate outsider insiders.

I’ve also moved from Birmingham, which I wasn’t a fan of living in, but was lucky enough to have use of a shared office, and, rather than isolation or lack of cv-boosting projects, often feeling too much opportunities came my way, to Manchester, which is a brilliant city, but where I have no affiliation with a university, no jobs, no community other than as a drifting dilettante at the margins, but also free as the air from meetings or organising anything.

Sometimes that feels very floaty in a scary and sad way, cut off from reality, like a ghost, or a little balloon that someone has let go of the string. But other times it’s relaxing and exhilarating to know I can plan my own time as I choose. Right now I am glad to say it’s the latter. I’ve just got back from a lovely long holiday (9 days! heaven), my first proper one since I started my PhD, and I’m not even being sarcastic when I use the cliche that I feel “refreshed”. I didn’t take any work with me, no laptop, no books, but I had a conference abstract (for Birkbeck’s True Crime Fictions conference on July the 1st) deadline while I was away, so I have decided to write it on my smartphone rather than have either the physical or mental burden of Taking Work With Me and thus allowing my thesis to remain in my thoughts feeling like the little ghostly You Should Be Writing fairy is hovering over me the entire time:


And so, that’s exactly what I did, and, as mundane a plan as it sounds, I was really pleased at how well it worked out.  I used dropbox in safari on my phone to access my drafts to copy in a few phrases and refresh myself on ideas and then just wrote the abstract on the notes app whilst lying in the sun in a beautiful park in Barcelona. It might not be the most beautifully phrased or finely wrought abstract that has ever been written, but, I think it’s ok and gets my ideas across, and I count it as a big win in that I made and sent an abstract for an event that I’m really excited about but that unfortunately I otherwise wouldn’t have had time to apply to be part of, without feeling like I had sacrificed more than a tiny scrap of my lovely luxurious holiday.

If you’re interested, here is the abstract (which I am super excited to say I have since found out I will get to present in July — registration is here):


(this painting needs a delicate little trickle of blood at the corner of one cup to really represent it, but, I think you can see what I’m going for here :D)

Modernism and Materiality in True Crime 

The key internal elements of true crime, in my analysis, are its intertextuality, its meta-presentation of media and history as constructed artefacts, and, most of all its materiality. As a genre it is strikingly homogeneous in its presentation of a close up view of the physical and commodified: of objects, spaces and the body.

In this paper I would like to demonstrate some of the formal uses of these features, first of all in a more straightforward form of true crime, drawing examples from a variety of canonical true crime texts including In Cold Blood, Happy Like Murderers, Killing For Company, Handsome Brute, Somebody’s Husband, Somebody’s Son, and Beyond Belief.

Secondly I will trace some of the ways in which true crime emerges from, and draws upon the techniques and traditions of, literary modernism. This is most strikingly the case firstly in its repurposing of the Bildungsroman novel form — by which true crime creates a dark shadow narrative to this form’s dramatising of the moral spiritual development of a young man — and secondly in its crowded and minute attention to things, to the physical and commercial meanings of spaces, bodies and things.

Finally I will compare true crime’s use of these elements to their subversion and repurposing in true crime fiction (ie fictions based on and making use of traditional true crime) particularly in David Peace’s ‘Red Riding quartet’ and Jean Rafferty’s Myra, Beyond Saddleworth – both of which especially provide a meta commentary on history as narrative and ‘write back’ to official histories of their respective criminal cases.



#AcWriBloMo and The Many Crastinations of the Academic Blogger

I’ve decided that now is the time to raise my academic blogging game. This old thing just sits here gathering the internetual equivalent of dust, when there’s “impact” and “engagement” to be had in them there equally internetual hills. And, what’s more, I genuinely have a lot of ideas I want to share with the world, you guys! And a lot of conversations about stuff that I would love to have with anyone who happens to be reading this. However, I am quite bad at motivating myself to do things that are scary, which for some reason blogging is, in a stage-fright, feeling vulnerable and exposed kind of a way. So I have decided to motivate myself in two ways:


The process whereby you put off doing actual work by doing other work-related things that aren’t currently as urgent or important. This is how I get 90% of anything done tbh: by finding something else I want to do less.

This is perhaps one of the most benign forms of crastination, a suffix that can also be used with many other words. Some of my favourites include woecrastination (making yourself too miserable to work by telling yourself you’re useless, awful, etc, possibly also looking at pictures of exes, thinking of mean things people have said about you, all the unpleasant things you have ever done in your life, etc, etc), ragecrastination (reading below the line, ever), and lookingathorribletatonebaycrastination (for e.g., wowsers).

Right now I am putting off writing a book proposal, an essay for a book, a vastly overdue essay for an online publication, the last two or three sections of the chapter I’m working on, doing a segmentation of a weird and annoying film that is taking forrrrrreeveerrrrrrrr, and, oh, just the usual hilariously long list of other things that I don’t want to think about that are lurking formlessly around me like moth-ball smelling ghosts of old debts. Suffice to say, writing a blog post instead suddenly seems wildly more attractive than it did previously.

me and my obligations, yesterday

me and my obligations, yesterday

2) Peer Pressure: (public shame as motivational tactic etc)

I run a group over on the facebook for postgrads and early career researchers to moan about stuff and find solace in one another’s moaning.

You should join us, it’s lovely, honestly. Anyway, I only started it so that I had other people to moan at and ask questions that seemed really stupid to, but now we have 300+ members so who’s stupid now? Well, still me, or at least, probably no less stupid than I was then, but at least I have people to help me. So I have talked them into joining me in a self-imposed #AcWriBloMo, in which we write a blog post a week for the next 4 weeks (how long is a month? how does time even work? what do words even mean? whatever).

We’ll be using that hashtag on twitter and facebook (sporadically, I expect) over the next 4 weeks while we try to do a blog post a week (roughly), each centred around a different loose theme. The first week’s theme is ‘taking stock’, which is what this post is meant to be about —  it can be taking stock of where you are in your research, maybe, or where you are in your blogging, or your career, or your field, or a specific task you’re working on (or any combination of the above) — just any kind of situating yourself in where you are currently.

Next week’s theme, or, perhaps more accurately, challenge, is to finish a previously-started but uncompleted blog post. I currently have 12 drafts (most of them cryptic three word aid memoires that do no such thing) so the choice is abundant.

As for the current topic:

Where Am I Now

For me, right now, I am just about to start my third year of my PhD, which is on representations of the Moors Murderers and Yorkshire Ripper in popular culture. My thesis will have a chapter on true crime, a chapter on fiction, a chapter on tv and film, and a chapter on music. I would have liked to have a chapter on visual culture and art but mate it is literally amazing how quickly you can spend a massive word limit. I suppose to be honest I feel like I have covered this area already to some extent already in my MA disseration (entitled ‘Visuality, Tourism and the Pop-Cultural Proliferation of Myra Hindley’, and something that I still, in spite of having handed it in getting on for 4 years ago, have done nothing about publishing/doing anything, but that’s a whole other vortex of worry for another day). I’ve just been working on the tv and film chapter, covering these tv shows and films:

This Is Personal: The Hunt for the Yorkshire Ripper (2000)

See No Evil (2006)

The Red Riding series of tv film adaptations (2009)


Longford (2006)

Peter: Portrait Of A Serial Killer (2011)

And chances are if this blog challenge goes to plan I will be returning to tell you more about all of these in the nearness of soon.

In the meantime, if you would like to get involved in this blog challenge, please feel free to comment below or join us on #AcWriBloMo, and please check back over the next 4 weeks. Thanks for reading.


Turns out, this is meant to be a research blog? Sort of. I’m in two minds about all of this. Cause, these days I am an actual PhD student? Doing actual doctoral research like it’s actually a thing? I’ve got to stop using the questioning inflection even in my THOUGHTS.

Over on PostgRAD FB Study Gang that I set up mostly for moaning and asking other PGs for advice, I recently found myself musing about research journals (those blocks of papery stuff) and research blogs (other people pretending to be professional on the internet). I really want one, but, being me, I also want to swear and make stupid jokes and complain and go off on tangents all the time. This is not a problem specific to blogs: I have a huge problem with my online profile in general.

Full disclosure: if you google me, the first result is my typo riddled PG profile. The second is my Bettakultcha talk about my research back when I were a young, (ha) foolish (very) MA student with an unfeasibly long dissertation title. It’s basically just me going LOLZZZZ MYRA HINDLEY’S FACE. Which, I stand by, but, it’s not exactly a TED talk. It is on the BK best of though so I suppose I should be proud. Unlike with the third result: a load of fairly innocuous but still unfunny stuff I posted on the Law of the Playground when I was about 18?1 Great. That is exactly what I want prospective employers to see. SIGHHH.

I might as bastard well admit it

I might as bastard well admit it

Also, because google are trying to ruin everyone’s lives, you can see what I’ve been watching on youtube. THANKS GUYS. Spoilers: it’s mostly Midsomer Murders and Miss Marple. AND I AM OK WITH THAT, OK.
(My profile is waaay down at 9th place, after a stranger’s twitter and an article about Dutch prisons).

I’m having the same problem with twitter but sort of magnified — I follow lots of academics and grads (as well as Intellectual Internets Communists). Ideally I would like to not look like a twat in front of them. But I like swearing and ranting and talking about personal things and sharing my mental health tribulations and making inappropriate remarks, some of which are about people who appear in my thesis, and generally talking like LOLLZZZ STFU WTF and using stupid made up words, and talking myself through problems by thinking out loud. I don’t WANT to be forced to separate out these parts of myself, but eventually I’m going to have to figure out how to work this somehow. I know journalists who post about their hilarious sex lives and bodily malfunctions and all manner of other eyewateringly honest stuff all of the time and no-one seems to have decided they should be cast out into the outer darkness. But academia is different. I am wondering how I am going to work any of this. Especially since my  since my research itself is entirely composed of stuff Proper Academia turns its nose up at (I worry): serial killers, popular culture, internets, social justice, and wanking. It doesn’t help that the canon I have constructed is basically just Stuff What I Think Is Awesome And/Or So Bad It’s Hilarious. At this rate, if I’m really really lucky, I will become professor of Post-Irony Studies. Or end up presenting a channel 5 faux-educational shocka about Murderins.

TL;DR: being online is hard. If anybody DID R, and has some opinions about this, or a research blog of their own, or is just struggling to be a PG/academic and also a person, hit me up with your thinking, plz.

[Soz guise, I promise the next post will be more interesting. This is just talking myself back in.]

1: The dates it lists claim I was 21, but, it was a Thing when I was a 1st year undergrad, not 3rd, so, that’s weird. no-one cares but me, though, so, shhh now.