Murder Draped in Ivy

MURDER DRAPED IN IVY is a title that has a ring to it that evokes the memories of Saturday afternoon serials, from the time of yore, or a pocket novel that is dog eared because you have been carrying it around in your pants for days, or possibly weeks. The cover consists of bloody letters, that try to spook the unsuspecting on lookers, and a bare leg wrapped in Ivy.The words just ooze media hype and cheesy cop show. YET IT HOOKS!

When you think of the media bizarre that occurred during and post the investigation you begin to realize why. This was not a gang banger without future that died in the service of his brotherhood, it was a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life, that is about to take the next step towards her limitless future by exchanging nuptials with her fiancee. The future was full of promise and looked bright. The media circus paraded pictures of Annie Le as if she was on "Next Top Model." Her beauty was only than parrelled to her intellect and academic pursuits, she was a Yale grad student. A prestigous school and a "beautiful mind" don't seem like the neccessary elements to make up the background of a murder victim.

Someone said, on Monday night, that all the plot points are acconted for to be able to write a Law and Order: SVU episode and that point could not be more spot on. The tevision media with heir whilwind of intel. and moment to mment updates continued to keep the sensational plot in constant rotation via crawls and special update cut ins durig or favorite show so we don't forget that we are witnessing news tht can't be missed. I can't remember what day it was, but it was the day that our perp. was holed up in the hotel in cromwell, I know this becuse every 5 minutes the TV had to remind me of these very important developments. In fact I felt the TV was beginning to proke me into some sort of vigilant stand. The constant bombardment of iformation streamig in front of me, and I am sure thousands of other people, appeared to me as a way to constantly provoke an emotional reaction to late breaking news regarding Annie Le. I tried to round up my possee, but my six and three year old were already in bead.