Jack The Ripper Legacy

The Illustrious Perpetual Legacy of Jack the Ripper Jack the Ripper, as portrayed in Rick Geary’s graphic novel, Jack The Ripper: The White Chapel Murders 1888-1889, is perhaps the most vivid, profound, and speculative character, yet ironically has no textual contribution and does not make a physical appearance. He is entirely personified and typified by his apparent ghastly deeds and the testimony of purported, inconsistent witnesses. There is no conclusive allusion to character, background, or motive. He is a figure shrouded in mystery and anonymity. The compilation of journals in which the graphic novel is closely replicated gives life to the demonic and immoral creature in an idiosyncratic way based on apparent truths. The most relevant

The White Chapel Murders are, to the culprit, artistry in its most gruesome form. Each murder is identified by a type of boastful insignia or moniker comparable to an unmistakable creative style. The fact that the women show little to no resistance and the lack of blood spatter implies that the slicing occurs post mortem due to strangulation. This obviously means that the handiwork and knife wielding bear no significance to the actual killing. Jack the Ripper is surely an author who boldly autographs each masterpiece. He does not allow for his work to confused with that of anyone else. Motive transcends simplistic sexual or monetary intent, as the narrator initially suggests. There is great significance in the familiarity of his

“I have laughed when they…talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather apron gave me real fits.” Clearly he does not wish to be misinterpreted and seems to angrily mock the detectives and police force for doing so. He derogatorily refers to his victims as whores implying that he believes to be far dominant and superior to them. He is employed by murder and has an immense respect for his own handiwork as to discuss it as a profession, “Grand work the last job was.” However, he continues in saying, “You will soon hear of me with my funny little games,” suggesting that he looks upon his deeds with childlike whimsy, playfulness, and innocence. He concludes by detailing his next murder as if to dare the Metropolitan Police to provide him with a challenging opposition while he sportingly kills again. The narrator admittedly states that the motive is unknown, when in reality there is clearly at least partial motive driven by the thrill of the chase. This motive is obviously illustrated in the brief second page. Jack the Ripper implores the “Boss” the keep, and distribute, the letter making public his words. He eloquently bids adieu wishing good luck, coupled with a belittling “Yours Truly,” and followed by his admittedly self-indulgent trade name, Jack the Ripper. This carefully calculated salutation, message, and valediction present an intimate look into the