The Kill Jar: Obsession, Descent, and the Hunt for Detroit’s most Notorious Serial Killer by J. Reuben Appelman is a 2018 Gallery Books publication.
“There was a serial killer out there, swiping kids from their footing like sweeping a few bugs into the kill jar in his garden, and there was nothing anybody could do but keep their doors locked and ride out the storm.”
The OCCK- or The Oakland County Child Killer- refers to a series of child murders in the late seventies in Detroit. To this day the killer has yet to be officially identified.
Serial killers were quite prolific in the seventies. I remember the huge headliners, like ‘Son of Sam’, the ‘Zodiac’, and Manson- to name a few. But, this case was not on my radar at all. Four children- two boys and two girls were murdered, which is horrible enough. But, it also appears that the investigators may have botched the investigation and then needed to cover their tracks.
For the author of this book, the case is intensely personal. He was nearly a kidnapping victim himself at one time. Under those conditions, it is easy to see how a case like this could worm its way under someone’s skin. An ordinary curiosity, or interest in a case could easily morph into a full- on obsession.
I’ve followed crime cases for years, reading every book penned on the subject, watching every documentary or crime show about it, reading any newspaper reports or articles on the case and so forth. But, I don’t think about these cases every waking moment of my life or attempt to solve the crime myself. I don’t contact the victim’s families, or blog about true crime, or contemplate writing a book on the subject. Maybe there is something about experiencing crime on a periphery that affects a person so deeply they feel compelled to prevent more crimes from taking place or feel a need to find closure or justice for those who didn’t survive, as a penance for their own.
Appelman is not the first person to become so obsessed with a cold case they upended their entire lives, lost perspective, and struggled to find normalcy. The obvious comparison would be to Michelle McNamara, whose obsession with the ‘Golden State Killer’ may have contributed to her untimely death.
While this ‘descent’, which is an incredibly apt word for it, by Appelman, and McNamara are hauntingly similar, and will draw inevitable parallels, I would caution you not to make comparisons.
I hate to dissect this book in a truly negative way, but at the end of the day, for all of Appelman’s immense sacrifices, only a small amount of new information was unearthed. The police did seem to withhold evidence from the victim’s family, and there were avenues they didn’t explore fully, evidence was 'lost', and in one instance a report with sensitive information, possibly naming a viable suspect was whited out. But, at the end of the day, much of what I read here was hearsay. There are some pretty far-flung conspiracy theories that would rival Oliver Stone’s JFK movie, but no proof that would stand up in a court of law. Sure, there were some moments when the effect was quite chilling and could make the hair stand up on the back of your neck.
But, it was all too vague and doing a little side digging of my own, I’m pretty sure we can figure out who the killer probably was, despite there being several other very viable candidates.
What really stands out about this book is the author’s memoir. Appelman is a very troubled soul. His depression is marked. It’s serious enough that I’d strongly suggest seeking professional help. The book leaned heavily on the author’s personal life, his struggles with his marriage, his moral temptations and weaknesses, and felt more like airing dirty laundry than an expose on how this case took over his life.
Occasionally, Appelman unnerved me and had me squirming in my seat. He’s a very tense person, dark, brooding and moody. I was concerned for him, but also for those close to him as he did seem to struggle with dark and violent thoughts and tendencies. I’m not sure if the case is the cause of his instability or if his obsession or ‘descent’ is actually a symptom of something far more serious.
I’m not being judgmental here, nor am I an expert on this type psychological compulsion. I felt bad for the guy, but he also made me feel very uncomfortable at times. I do hope he can find peace and balance so that he can be the father he wants so desperately to be.
But, if nothing else, this book shines a light on a forgotten cold case. I will definitely take a closer look at this case and seek out documentaries or further reading materials on the subject.