JACK THE RIPPER AT LAST?
by Helena Wojtczak
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292 pages, 156mm x 234mm
ISBN 978-1904-109-310
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Review in Ripperologist No.134, October 2013
We have had to wait more than a century for the first reliable and fully accurate
account of George Chapman’s life. Helena Wojtczak’s long-awaited study of George Chapman is a major work of biography.
Her research has been extensive and painstaking, not just into Chapman’s life and
criminal career but the lives of his victims and their families. It offers a gripping
narrative on perhaps the most sensational case of criminal poisoning from the late
Victorian and early Edwardian age, and sheds new light on these dreadful murders and
the man who committed them.
Between 1897 and 1902, George Chapman worked as a publican in Bishop’s Stortford and
London. With him was a succession of women who appear to have been content to
masquerade as his wife in feigned marriages. He liked his ladies slightly on the plump
side, otherwise glowing with teenage high spirits and vitality - all the better to
malnourish and waste away. Chapman’s poison was tartar emetic, a yellowish-white
powder containing the toxic substance antimony. His three victims died slowly and
horribly, and in excruciating, lingering distress. Ms Wojtczak does not spare us the
queasy details - the sickroom stench of vomit and diarrhoea is never too far away.
Chapman was also an abortionist, using his favourite green rubber syringe to force
chemicals into the womb of nineteen-year-old Maud Marsh, who more than anything wished
to become a mother. There is a goosebumps moment – the book is full of them – when we
catch sight of Chapman washing his syringe and steeping it in a half-pint tumbler of
water on the kitchen windowsill, demonstrating far more concern for the servicing of
his poison equipment than he ever showed for the well-being and sexual health of the
women in his life.
The fact that Chapman managed to evade suspicion for so long attests to the failure of
the medical profession not only to detect his criminal acts but to even consider the
possibility of malefaction in the first place. In his summing-up at Chapman’s trial,
Mr Justice Grantham rightly castigated a procession of local practitioners and the
staff at Guy’s Hospital for their abominable dereliction of care. And yet, as the
doctors themselves protested, what were they expected to do? Chapman was a consummate
gameplayer, devious, calculating, charming and always plausible, who acted the role of
distraught, grieving husband to perfection. He succeeded in fooling not only the
professionals and the live-in carers but the families of the victims as well, who
could only watch in despair as their loved ones died slowly and painfully in front of
them.
Accordingly, the fascination of this case lies as much with the individual
psychopathology of Chapman as with the insights it gives us into the care and
treatment of female patients at the turn of the nineteenth century. While the author
accepts that we may never truly understand the motives for Chapman’s murders, I found
her analysis and interpretation of events to be startlingly original and very
convincing. We only have to compare Ms Wojtczak’s careful arguments with the nonsense
from previous commentators about three-in-a-bed romps and dismembered human remains
beneath floorboards, to realise there is an altogether sharper intellect at work here.
The author traces the course of Chapman’s life from his humble origins in rural Poland
through to the beer cellars of fin de siècle Southwark. Almost every page contains new
research or a fresh idea, a correction to the historical record or a debunking of a
trusted and respected authority who has failed to check his or her facts. The author
comments: “I have yet to read an account of [Chapman’s] life, no matter how brief –
and no matter how eminent the writer – that is correct in every detail.” She shows how
misinformation about Chapman began at his trial with unreliable witness evidence and
racist counsel, and how it has been sustained ever since through wild press conjecture
and the outpourings of memoirists and true crime writers who have unquestioningly
passed on lies and errors. Several contemporary authors are singled out for especial
censure.
She discusses at length the theory that George Chapman was Jack the Ripper. Inspector
Frederick Abberline was the first person of note to espouse this theory in a series of
interviews with the Pall Mall Gazette in 1903. But afterwards he fell quiet on the
subject and never mentioned it again. One imagines he was simply embarrassed by his
earlier advocacy. After reading Jack the Ripper At Last?, surely the definitive
biography, I suspect there are going to be many more pundits similarly embarrassed by
their published pronouncements on Chapman.
It is a real delight to come across a work of such unarguably superior merit and
significance.
Review by David Green; Ripperologist No.134, October 2013
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