Hi, I'm Justin Peters, intrepid freelancer and general liability. Earlier this month, I wrote about my efforts to infiltrate the ranks of Manhattan hipster circles by growing a beard and shaving my pubes. Now, I'll be your guide to another seamy, amoral underworld.
Welcome to Slate's new crime blog, which
we’ve imaginatively titled “Crime.” Consider it your cheerful,
insatiably curious guide to everything illegal. I'll be examining the
wide world of crime, punishment, and recidivism on a daily basis,
writing about the most murderous gatmen and the most devious yeggs.
Why a crime blog? Mercy, everyone loves crime. More to the point,
though, there's a dearth of smart, non-sensationalistic crime coverage
on the Internet these days. I plan to write about horrible things in a
non-horrible manner.
What are my qualifications? Well, I was burglarized last year, which
was unsettling. (As it turns out, I have nothing of value to steal,
which was even more unsettling.) I was a background extra in the movie Curly Sue,
so I've got unparalleled insight into crimes involving homeless
grifters with hearts of gold and their adorably sassy adopted daughters.
I've read everything ever written by Elmore Leonard, James Ellroy, and Franklin W. Dixon. And, of course, every Christmas I go down to the homeless shelter and distribute cakes laced with arsenic.
Read on...
Read on...