Bright young women

Jessica Knoll

Book - 2023

"The book opens on a Saturday night in 1978, hours before a soon-to-be-infamous murderer descends upon a Florida sorority house with deadly results. The lives of those who survive, including sorority president and key witness, Pamela Schumacher, are forever changed. Across the country, Tina Cannon is convinced her missing friend was targeted by the man papers refer to as the All-American Sex Killer--and that he's struck again. Determined to find justice, the two join forces as their search for answers leads to a final, shocking confrontation"--

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Subjects
Genres
Historical fiction
Thrillers (Fiction)
Novels
Published
New York : Marysue Rucci Books 2023.
Language
English
Main Author
Jessica Knoll (author)
Edition
First Marysue Rucci Books hardcover edition
Physical Description
376 pages ; 24 cm
ISBN
9781501153228
9781501153235
Contents unavailable.
Review by Booklist Review

History always preserves the names of serial killers, but rarely those of their victims, an oversight Knoll corrects in her brilliant, blistering third novel, which brings together two women who have their lives upended by the All-American Sex Killer (based on Ted Bundy) in the 1970s. Serious, studious Pamela Schumacher is traumatized when a man enters her sorority house in the middle of the night and brutally maims two of her sorority sisters and kills two others, including her best friend, Denise. Pamela sees the man on his way out, briefly mistaking him for Denise's onand-off again boyfriend. Convincing the police that her confusion was momentary proves a challenge, but Pamela soon finds an ally in the glamorous Tina Cannon, who has traveled to Florida from Seattle because she believes the man who killed Pamela's sorority sisters is the man responsible for the death of her friend Ruth. The police have little interest in Tina because her relationship with Ruth actually went far beyond friendship. Writing with pulsepounding tension and urgency, Knoll expertly conjures an atmosphere of dread and anxiety while paying tribute to all the bright young women whose lives are cut short or forever changed by the craven actions of sociopaths. An utterly absorbing, disturbing, and absolutely essential read.HIGH-DEMAND BACKSTORY: With her huge hit, Luckiest Girl Alive, made into a major motion picture, Knoll's newest is buzz-bait.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In this stunning serial killer thriller, bestseller Knoll (Luckiest Girl Alive) uses echoes of Ted Bundy's real-life crimes to underline potent themes of misogyny and survivor's guilt. In January 1978, Florida State University student Pamela Schumacher becomes the sole witness when a killer invades her sorority house, murdering two of her friends and disfiguring two others. The killings bring Pamela into contact with Tina Cannon, who's convinced the same man murdered her friend Ruth Wachowsky four years earlier in Seattle. Together, Pamela and Tina spend decades digging up evidence that might link the crimes and find justice for their slain friends. Knoll seamlessly moves from the night of the murders and their immediate aftermath to 2021, when the man eventually dubbed the All-American Sex Killer faces his final trial. Without delving into prurient clichés, she excavates the emotional toll the murders take on Pamela and Tina, credibly tracing the ways such traumas can shape entire lives. By focusing on the women affected by her Ted Bundy stand-in instead of the nuances of his criminal psychology, Knoll movingly reframes an American obsession without stripping it of its intrigue. The results are masterful. Agent: Alyssa Reuben, Paradigm. (Oct.)

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Review by Library Journal Review

As the only witness to the January 1978 break-in at their Florida State University sorority house, chapter president Pamela Schumacher is confident in her ability to identify the man responsible for the brutal murders of two sorority sisters and the severe beating of two others. However, in the chaos of that night, she briefly mistook the intruder for her sorority sister's on-again, off-again boyfriend, Roger, before realizing that she had never seen the man before. When she unintentionally mentions this initial misidentification of the man to the police, they focus their attention on Roger, allowing the true perpetrator to strike again. Growing increasingly frustrated, Pamela feels that no one is taking her seriously until she encounters Martina Cannon, who has her own tale of loss from Washington State and a description of the killer that perfectly matches Pamela's recollection. The two women join forces to ensure that justice is served for their loved ones. VERDICT Based on true events surrounding the Ted Bundy murders, this fictionalized account from the author of Luckiest Girl Alive is an unsettling and thrilling page-turner. Though readers will know the history, Knoll's haunting, must-read account will captivate them until the end.--Lucinda Ward

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

This thinly veiled fictionalization of Ted Bundy's attack on a Florida State University sorority begins with the horror rather than making it the climax. As president of her sorority, Pamela Schumacher is used to staying up late to deal with paperwork while her sisters are out partying. The night of Jan. 15, 1978, is no different. Jarred awake at 3 a.m. after having fallen asleep with her clothes on, she hears running footsteps and sees a man heading for the front door. He can't see her in the shadows--a fact that turns out to save her life, rendering her the only eyewitness to a horrible crime and a notorious criminal, "a man who murdered thirty-five women and escaped prison twice." The novel goes on to follow several alternating timelines: From Pamela's perspective, it builds from the day of the sorority murders and also follows her return trip to Tallahassee more than 30 years later in response to a mysterious letter. These chapters are interspersed with the 1974 story of Ruth Wachowsky, believed by her girlfriend, Tina Cannon, to have been one of the killer's earlier victims. Knoll makes an interesting--and powerful--choice not to name Bundy at any point; Pamela asserts that she "vowed to stop using [his name]" because "there isn't anything exceptionally clever" about him. Choosing not to name him deflates the myth of the monster, of the charmer, of the criminal genius that people often consider Bundy to be. As the title indicates, this novel belongs to the women: the ones killed because they were too kind to reject an "injured" man asking for help; the ones who lost people they loved; the ones who ultimately had to look him in the eye and not let it destroy their lives. There are twin threads of mystery that lead readers through the maze: the rumor of a suppressed confession tape and Ruth's story. But in the end, it's the latter that's so much more important than the former. In this world of true-crime mania, Knoll knows that every choice--and every name--matters. A stunning, engaging subversion of the Bundy myth--and the true-crime genre. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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1. Pamela PAMELA Montclair, New Jersey Day 15,825 Y ou may not remember me, but I have never forgotten you, begins the letter written in the kind of cursive they don't teach in schools anymore. I read the sentence twice in stinging astonishment. It's been forty-three years since my brush with the man even the most reputable papers called the All-American Sex Killer, and my name has long since fallen to a footnote in the story. I'd given the return address only a cursory glance before sliding a nail beneath the envelope's gummed seam, but now I hold it at arm's length and say the sender's name out loud, emphatically, as though I've been asked to answer the same question twice by someone who definitely heard me the first time. The letter writer is wrong. I have never forgotten her either, though she is welded to a memory that I've often wished I could. "You say something, hon?" My secretary has moonwalked her rolling chair away from her desk, and now she sits framed by my open office door with a solicitous tilt of her head. Janet calls me hon and sometimes kiddo, though she is only seven years older than I am. If anyone refers to her as my administrative assistant, she will press her lips together whitely. That's the sort of current-climate pretension Janet doesn't care for. Janet watches me flip the navy-bordered note card, back to front, front to back, generating a slight wind that lifts my bangs from my forehead. I must look like I'm fanning myself, about to faint, because she hurries over and I feel her hand grazing my midback. She fumbles with her readers, which hang from her neck on a rhinestone-strung chain, then juts her sharp chin over my shoulder to read the outstanding summons. "This is dated nearly three months ago," I say with a ripple of rage. That the women who should be the first to know were always the last was the reason my doctor made me cut out salt for the better part of the eighties. "Why am I just seeing it now?" What if I'm too late? Janet mean-mugs the date. February 12, 2021. "Maybe security flagged it." She goes over to my desk and locates the envelope on top of my leather-looking-but-synthetically-priced desk pad. "Uh-huh." She underlines the return address in the upper-left corner with a square nail. "Because it's from Tallahassee. They would have flagged that for sure." "Shit," I say insubstantially. I am standing there when, just like that night, my body begins to move without any conscious consent from my mind. I find that I am packing up for the day, though it's just after lunch and I have mediation at four. "Shit," I say again, because this tyrannous part of me has decided that I will not only be canceling my afternoon but I will also incur a no-show fee for tomorrow's six a.m. spin class. "What can I do for you?" Janet is regarding me with the combination of concern and resignation that I haven't seen in a long time--the look people give you when the very worst has happened, and really, there isn't anything anyone can do for you, for any of us, because some of us die early and inconveniently and there is no way to predict if it will be you next, and before you know it, mourner and comforter are staring dead-eyed into the abyss. The routine comes to me viscerally though it's been eight presidential administrations. Three impeachments. One pandemic. The towers going down. Facebook. Tickle Me Elmo. Snapple iced tea. They never got to taste Snapple iced tea. But it didn't happen in some bygone era either. If they had lived, they'd be the same age as Michelle Pfeiffer. "I think I'm going to Tallahassee," I say in disbelief. Excerpted from Bright Young Women: A Novel by Jessica Knoll All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.