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J A C K T H E R I P P E R<br />
They All Love Jack: Busting the Ripper<br />
They All Love Jack: Busting the Ripper<br />
Bruce Robinson<br />
London: 4th Estate, 2015<br />
www.4thestate.co.uk<br />
ISBN: 978007548873<br />
hardcover/ebook; 850pp; illus; notes & sources; index<br />
£25.00 hardcover / £14.99 Kindle<br />
2015 opened with a conspiracy book and the publishing year almost comes to a close with a<br />
conspiracy book. They All Love Jack has apparently taken fifteen years to write and cost an estimated<br />
£500,000 to research, and it claims that Jack the Ripper was a Victorian superstar and Freemason<br />
named Michael Maybrick, that he left signs of Masonic ritual at the murder scenes, and that the<br />
Victorian establishment in the shape of Sir Charles Warren and almost any other Freemason who<br />
swam within reach worked themselves into a frenzy to hide the fact.<br />
The Freemasons are at the heart of several hundred conspiracy theories. The Freemasons were supposedly responsible<br />
for organising the eighteenth-century ancien régime (the old regime in France). Freemasons and the Jews were<br />
responsible for World War I, according to Friedrich Wichtl’s book The World War, World Freemasonry, World Revolution.<br />
Freemasonry features in the Holy Blood, Holy Grail nonsense about the bloodline of Christ. The Freemasons faked the<br />
Apollo moon landings, and according to David Icke, leaders of Illuminati-Masons are reptilian humanoids from another<br />
dimension.<br />
I, for one, would need a very compelling reason to buy into any Freemason theory.<br />
The idea that the Freemason-dominated Victorian Establishment worked itself into a froth to hide the evidence that<br />
Jack the Ripper was himself a Freemason probably wouldn’t persuade even a retarded gnat if the tale had been told<br />
by a less accomplished storyteller than Bruce Robinson, but Robinson lays out his his case in overwhelming detail and<br />
the force of his own conviction carries the incautious reader on a roller-coaster ride to what they might conclude is the<br />
truth. But this story isn’t the truth.<br />
I usually avoid reading reviews of the books I am reviewing, but in this case I knew that mainstream reviewers would<br />
lack the specialist knowledge to properly assess Robinson’s claims, but I wanted to know their reaction to the overall<br />
argument. Reading the reviews revealed rather bewildered reviewers who were in the main underwhelmed by the book.<br />
In the Daily Telegraph Mick Brown stated the obvious, ‘Robinson is not a historian; he is a dramatist…’<br />
Robinson is indeed a storyteller and he doesn’t pretend to be anything else. He’s certainly doesn’t pretend to be an<br />
historian, and that’s just as well because he doesn’t come close to being one. Writing of the argument exhaustively laid<br />
out in this book, Rosita Boland asked in the Irish Times,‘Would it all stand up before a panel of history-PhD assessors?’<br />
She gives an unadorned answer, ‘No.’<br />
The important distinction between historians and dramatists is that the former deal with facts and evidence, whilst<br />
the latter deal with entertaining things like storylines. As P D Smith observed in the Guardian, whether or not you are<br />
persuaded by Robinson’s theory, his book is ‘still a bloody good read’. It may well be, but the historian has higher goals<br />
and would find little satisfaction in providing ‘a bloody good read’ when the theory they want to persuade their peers<br />
is dumped in the rubbish bin. Mr Robinson isn’t dispassionate. He is unashamedly biased. He wears his subjectivity like<br />
a badge of honour. Robinson’s argument is personal. He is clearly very passionate. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed by his<br />
passions. Occasionally I worried about his blood pressure. ‘Rarely has a book on Jack the Ripper been written with such<br />
visceral anger,’ wrote P D Smith in The Guardian. Robinson’s authorial voice is ‘scabrous’, wrote Mick Brown in The Daily<br />
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