…and I’m not talking about cheese, or the Green Bay Packers. No, I’m talking about Ed Gein of Plainfield, who lived a life which fed horror-film screenwriters for decades. I knew his story, of course, but I was reminded of it by a newspaper article about him:
As well as the body of Bernice Worden – decapitated, strung up and gutted “like a deer” – they discovered a hoard of macabre keepsakes, from bowls made from human skulls to a belt made from female nipples and a lampshade covered with a face.
A nipple belt? Even among the buxom, corn-fed Wisconsin women of the area, that’s a lotta women you have to kill to get that amount of material.
After Gein, all other mass murderers and nutcases look like amateurs, and the movie types (like Psycho‘s Norman Bates and the guy in Silence of the Lambs ) are pale imitators.