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November 18, 2019

Blood And Money · Rodney Reed

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Thomas Thompson's Blood and Money is now available for “free” as part of Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited program, so this seems like a good time to dig up Sarah’s review of the book…

It's a classic story: boy meets girl; boy spends an ass-ton of money on a cheesy "music room," then starts cheating on girl with vixen he met at his kid's summer camp while girl is off doing horse-show things underwritten by her overinvested oilman daddy; boy may inject girl with poo he grew in a petri dish, then fail to get her prompt medical attention, even though he's a doctor, but then again he may not; Overinvested Oilman Daddy may arrange with a bookie's widow, a junkie hooker, and a guy with a crappy mustache to assassinate boy, but then again he may not, and also the guy with the crappy mustache gets killed before he can testify. You know: that story.

The crime
Joan Robinson Hill, a Houston socialite and accomplished horsewoman, fell ill of apparent food poisoning in the late '60s, then died of massive sepsis (…probably; three separate coroner's reports couldn't agree on the actual COD). Her unfaithful husband, plastic surgeon and uptight classical-music dweeb John Hill, had been acting weird about serving his wife an éclair in the presence of houseguests, then seemed to take his sweet time getting her to a hospital; the DA thought something was hinky, but couldn't quite pin anything more serious than second-degree assholery on him. Joan's father, Ash Robinson, was convinced his son-in-law had killed his beloved daughter, and convened a P.I. posse of investigators and retired lawyers to dig up evidence to that effect. Then Hill got shot on the eve of his second trial…and then the trigger man in that murder, Bobby Wayne Vandiver (…obviously. God bless the south), got shot by the cops before he could take the stand.

As true-crime yarns go, Thomas Thompson's Blood and Money has all the tools — a love triangle, a great beauty brought humiliatingly low, intra-family fuckery, weird coincidences, obsessive vengeance-seeking, and no real answers, in the end. (Starting with why John Hill was considered so handsome. Maybe I haven't seen the right photos, but that looks like room-temp mid-century cornpone to me.) Nobody ever really admitted to anything. The case isn't a "major" one in the style of, say, the Lindbergh kidnapping or D.B. Cooper, but in the late '60s and early '70s, it held the headlines in Houston, and with good reason.

The story
I wouldn't say the book squanders the potential of the material, but it's a trying read at times. The best way to describe Thompson's prose is that he is engaged in a particularly vigorous game of mailbox baseball in which the English language generally, and accepted turns of phrase specifically, serve as the mailboxes. Now and then Thompson achieves a solid hit and creates an amusing splinter or two; at other times, the sheer destructiveness of the endeavor, and Thompson's evident enthusiasm for it, is captivating, if not "good" in any other sense. You've got your downright weird observations: "The grand jury contained a suitable cross section of Houstonians, including a lawyer, a postman, a retired schoolteacher, a merchant, and four black people" (187) (evidently, "being a black person" is a recognized occupation). You've got "back away from the Danielle Steel" flights of over-description: "With hair streaked beige and silver, a slim body bespeaking the pampering of expensive oils and lotions, she was what the bourgeoisie would expect the aristocracy to be" (230). And you've got phrasings that just don't really make sense: "A strange man pushed his way in and stood in dominance" (269) (yikes, dominance — y'all better go out to the sidewalk and scrape that off before it sets up in the treads. …Wait: henh?).

Between that straining tone-deafness true-crime prose does so "well" and the lack of pictures — a serious problem, given the genre, but the author's own jacket photo may (rightly) have been seen as making up for it — it's tempting to give up, but every now and then you get a legit gem.

Sadly, Bobby rode the bus back to Dallas and tried to forget Maudeen. When she was released from prison she moved to Nebraska, married a banker, and became a prominent figure in church and community affairs. Bobby became a burglar. (309)

Gorgeously done! It has everything: chewy name (Maudeen), rule of threes (second sentence), felonious behavior, lost love, and an alliterative punchline of admirable brevity. Or dig this one:

Then it was DeGeurin's turn. He had not slept much the night before either, sitting for a long while in a steaming tub, sipping an iced tea glass of fine whiskey, entertaining a modest degree of paranoia. (465)

…Right? That last clause starts to melt a little bit, but the rest of it is perfectly evocative. You can totally envision the defense attorney drinking a honking glass of booze while his papers are going limp on the lip of the tub, glasses fogging up. Good stuff.

Far between, alas, and Thompson also has pacing problems. The tragedy of the Hills is, again, a curious case but comparatively minor, and Thompson's exhaustive backgrounds on each figure in the narrative reminded me of a Hawthorne novel, in that it's a ripping yarn at 40 pages but wet wool at 240. It takes nearly 100 pages for death to darken the book's doorstep. Once it does, Thompson finds a higher gear, and while the writing still isn't good, it moves right along, only to slow back down to molasses speeds when the (alleged) hired killers show up. Yes, Marcia McKittrick was up, then down, then over, then out, and she knows one thing. Got it. Don't need a recitation of her day planner. Or such liberal use of the word "whore." Other flavorful synonyms for "prostitute" exist; try one that's less loaded.

Thompson's style isn't without merit, though. Although he comes off…let's say "outmoded in his social attitudes" at times, any agenda or beliefs he might have about various players' guilt or innocence is kept hidden. He's also adept at keeping a fairly confusing handful of circumstances clear and comprehensible, and introduces peculiarities of law smoothly. Chop 50 pages out of it and throw in some crime-scene photos and you've got a minor classic in the genre.

As written, it's…not that, but it's still quite entertaining. Not terribly gory, and of course you won't have visuals on that anyway, but the description of Joan Hill's physical demise might nauseate some readers. -- SDB, 8/9/12


The execution of Rodney Reed has been blocked. Reed, whose case is the subject of the ninth season of Wrongful Conviction, was scheduled for execution on November 20 following his conviction in the slaying of 19-year-old Stacey Stites. The New York Times reports that the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals issued an indefinite suspension on Friday, just hours after the Texas Board of Pardons and Paroles recommended that Gov Greg Abbott grant Reed a 120-day reprieve.

The Appeals court ordered the court in which Reed was originally tried to consider recently-uncovered evidence from new witnesses, a move the Times characterizes as “a sweeping victory” for the defense. The new hearings are expected in the next four to six months, and the defense says it continues to collect evidence it says will exonerate their client. Among that is likely to be sworn testimony from a man who claims that Stites’s fiancé, former police officer Jimmy Fennell, confessed to the crime. -- EB


Clint Lorance, the subject of Starz docuseries Leavenworth, has been pardoned. The docuseries, which was the subject of a recent episode of The Blotter Presents, had just concluded its five-episode run (you can catch up here, if so inclined) when President Trump pardoned him. In a statement sent Friday, the White House said, “The President, as Commander-in-Chief, is ultimately responsible for ensuring that the law is enforced and when appropriate, that mercy is granted. As the President has stated, ‘when our soldiers have to fight for our country, I want to give them the confidence to fight.’”

Speaking to the NYT, former Army captain Patrick Swanson, who was Lorance’s commander when he allegedly killed two civilians, says, “The tragedy of pardoning Lorance isn’t that he will be released from prison — I’ve found room for compassion there. The tragedy is that people will hail him as a hero, and he is not a hero. He ordered those murders. He lied about them.” -- EB


When you look at Clive Owen, do you think he’s a dead ringer for Bill Clinton? Ryan Murphy and Co. apparently did, as it’s Owen who will play Bill Clinton in the upcoming Impeachment: American Crime Story. According to Variety, Owen joins Sarah Paulson (Linda Tripp), Beanie Feldstein (Monica Lewinsky), and Annaleigh Ashford (Paula Jones). Casting for Hillary Clinton has yet to be announced, who would you pick? -- EB


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