I was a sophomore at WVU the year Karen and Mared went missing. I remember it all too well, as I think all women who were on campus at that time must. The fact that the Morgantown cops refused to even look for them for months, insisting ( without evidence) that they must have run off, was insulting to all of us who knew how dangerous that town could be for women.
The WVU administration seemed to want to blame the victims, refusing to do anything to make getting from one campus to another safer. I still recall the shock the day their bodies were found and the wave of grief that overwhelmed the campus.
To add insult to, well, tragedy, police were only too happy to accept a confession a few years later, even when it was clear the self-professed killer didn’t have the details right.
I wanted to read something that did justice to Karen’s and Mared’s memories. Unfortunately, this book doesn’t succeed. There is too much speculation about “suspects” who are connected to the crime only by 50-year-old rumors. One of the authors is convinced that the killer was a serial killer who was born in WV and whose sister was attending WVU at the time. Forget the fact that there’s no proof he was in Morgantown at the time; no one knows where he was 50 years after the crime, so he must have done it.
Worse yet is the authors’ attempts to reconstruct dialogue. I can tell you from personal experience that WVU students called marijuana “pot.” I never heard it called “reefer.” I found that bit of dialogue particularly funny; apparently Morgantown undergrads resembled 1950s beatniks more than ‘60s flower children.
The authors include a list of who they interviewed but do not give footnotes to cite their sources. Any WVU student who’s completed freshman English knows better.
I do believe that the authors sincerely want to see justice for Karen and Mared, and I do applaud them for their dedication. However, I just wish they’d stick to the facts instead of muddying the waters with so much speculation.