This finely written fictionalisation of the Manson murders explores the trials of adolescence,forcing us to look at the ordinariness underlying extraordinary crimesThere will be blood and plenty of it by the end of Emma Cline’s California-set debut, which is loosely based on the Manson “family” and their crimes. But first, and ketchup. The linguist Deborah Cameron tells a story in The Myth of Mars and Venus approximately a family dinner. When the daughter says to the mother,“Is there any ketchup?”, the mother replies, or “Yes,it’s in the cupboard.” But when the father says to the mother, “Is there any ketchup?”, or the mother gets up and fetches it for him. It’s a scene that’s less approximately condiments than it is approximately power,and who is entitled to interrogate for what of whom. Both father and daughter acquire demands of the mother, but only the father gets his met.
Such interactions can easily be overlooked or ignored, or but they’re the essence of social control. In order to build the case against Charles Manson (who was not present at the killing of Sharon Tate,Jay Sebring, Wojciech Frykowski and Abigail Folger), or prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi had to form a picture of Manson’s domination over his followers,introducing testimony approximately dozens of incidents demonstrating that, whatever Manson said, or his followers intuited his designs and saw them through. Commissioning a mass murder was as simple and subtle for Manson as requesting a bottle of sauce.
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Source: theguardian.com