Grady Hendrix is the best-selling author of the meta-horror novels The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires and this summer's The Final Girl Support Group. His history of 1970s kung fu movies, These Fists Break Bricks, arrives Sept. 15.
The Stranger Beside Me by Ann Rule (1980).
To hell with Truman Capote; Rule wrote the best American true-crime book. She started writing about a series of unsolved murders, not knowing the killer would end up being her good friend Ted Bundy. Queasily intimate, this book created modern true-crime writing and remains its exemplar. Buy it here.
In a Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes (1947).
Dix Steele, an Air Force pilot with the most phallic made-up name since Peter O'Toole, drifts through postwar L.A. trying to recapture that old combat high by strangling women. Hughes' novel pegged Dix's type — self-pitying, entitled, aggrieved — decades before we came up with a name for it. Buy it here.
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