Jane Doe January: My Twenty-Year Search for Truth and by Emily Winslow

By Emily Winslow

In the vein of Alice Sebold’s Lucky, comes a compelling, real-life crime secret and gripping memoir of the chilly case prosecution of a serial rapist, informed via one among his victims.

On the morning of September 12, 2013, a fugitive activity strength arrested Arthur Fryar at his apartment in Brooklyn. His DNA, entered within the FBI’s legal database after a drug conviction, were matched to facts from a rape in Pennsylvania years previous. Over the following 12 months, Fryar and his attorney fought his extradition and prosecution for the rape—and one other like it—which happened in 1992. The victims—one from January of that 12 months, the opposite from November—were stored nameless within the media. this can be the tale of Jane Doe January.

Emily Winslow was once a tender drama scholar at Carnegie Mellon University’s elite conservatory in Pittsburgh whilst a guy brutally attacked and raped her in January 1992. whereas the police's look for her rapist proved futile, Emily reclaimed her existence. Over the process the subsequent twenty years, she fell in love, married, had young ones, and commenced writing secret novels set in her new place of origin of Cambridge, England. Then, in fall 2013, she acquired surprising news—the police had chanced on her rapist.

This is her intimate memoir—the tale of a woman’s demanding previous catching up together with her, in a rustic faraway from domestic, surrounded by means of those who do not know what she’s persevered. stuck among prior and current, and among very assorted cultures, the inquisitive and stressed crime novelist searches for readability. starting her personal research, she delves into Fryar’s kin and earlier, reconnects with the detectives of her case, and works with prosecutors within the months resulting in trial.

As she recounts her long term quest for closure, Winslow bargains a heartbreakingly sincere examine a vicious crime—and bargains beneficial insights into the brain and middle of a victim.

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The evidence is semen. ” He shrugs. ” My friends with daughters tell me that it’s only sons who let things go that easily, who take huge news at face value and move on. “Don’t tell your brother,” I add. ” W. only gets to know that I might get to help put away a bad guy, like superheroes do. That’s the kind of story that makes them happy. I keep Valenta updated. I tell him about Fryar fighting extradition. ” Valenta’s confidence in the coming punishment comforts me. His use of Fryar’s first name, however, jars me.

I had a clipboard job in Pittsburgh one college Christmas, raising money for some environmental cause. People had always opened their doors to me. Some of them had even invited me in. If I’d made my quota for the evening, I would stay in out of the cold and snow, sipping hot chocolate with a random, hospitable family until it was time to be picked up. Opening the door to clipboard people was a standard thing to do. This new victim heard her clipboard man out and declined to give and tried to close the door.

At the end of the first year, when I had promised myself that I would stop being a full-time victim, I tried again, at the university’s counseling center. That was a disaster. I told my randomly assigned therapist, straightforwardly, that I had been raped; my friends had been a great support; but I wanted to start weaning myself from relying on them so much. He’d leaned back and said, smugly, “Well, we both know that this isn’t really about the rape. ” I walked out. I’ve made a counseling appointment for later this week, with a chaplain, John Hughes, who I also consider a friend.

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