Another day, another confusing conversation with self about life and things relative to that which we think is relative. Okay, so maybe this is a bit too much of a thought process but I have to ask why is it that when I had over 500 followers here and over 500 followers on Facebook and then consider LinkedIn and Twitter why is it that I totter along with 4 visits on a daily twit? Can anyone explain that to me? Any answers?
Kuhn’s debut true-crime story shows how a violent man’s life led him to death row.
The author uses interviews and other sources to piece together the life of Delmer Smith, a seasoned career criminal awaiting execution in Florida. Smith was born in Detroit in 1971, on the cusp of the city’s economic decline. By age 14, he was convicted of raping a woman at a carwash where he worked. The 18 months that he spent in a juvenile reformatory dashed any possibility of rehabilitation; instead, he learned “how to be more proficient as a criminal” as he became “a creature without a conscience.” As a young adult, Kuhn writes, Smith carried out burglaries, carjackings, and bank robberies, which eventually led to a 15-year incarceration. After his second prison stint, he moved to Florida; there, Kuhn writes, Smith assaulted and beat multiple women—all the while leading a double life as a “wise and loving uncle” to his two nieces. Eventually, the violence led to a murder conviction. The author interviewed many of Smith’s victims and found that the women were now “desperately seeking someone or something to fully trust again.” Thanks to these firsthand accounts, readers receive a nuanced portrait of a predatory man. Kuhn’s decision to jump between accounts of Smith’s early life and present-day interviews is an effective one; by regularly pulling readers back to the present, he reminds them of the painful, enduring impact of his subject’s actions. Moreover, Kuhn shows a great deal of sensitivity when recounting the crimes, evoking deep pathos instead of graphic sensationalism. That said, the book does include some unnecessary background information, including three pages on Smith’s birth alone; it also bafflingly overuses section breaks, which disrupt the otherwise strong narrative flow.
A thoughtful, engaging account of a brutal life and the carnage that it left behind.
Go to Goodreads.com/giveaway and search out my name and/or the name of the book. The contest is run by Goodreads and not me. They make the winning selection. There are two copies being offered.
This is a true-crime, narrative-nonfiction book. The subject is the criminal acts of Delmer Smith who came to Florida in 2008 to be with the woman who married him sight unseen while he was in Federal Prison for bank robbery. He left her and moved in with a younger woman. Soon after that he returned to his career as a criminal and terrorized two communities before being captured.
He is currently serving a life sentence for a crime committed in Sarasota County and is also on death row for a murder in Manatee County.
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Do You Know How to Fly? is now on Kindle.
This is a true crime book. It took me six years to write this book. Book number two will be out soon in paperback and on Kindle through Amazon.
The book is about a man on death row in Florida. He is a career criminal whose life in crime started as a youth. His first conviction occurred when only 14 for the rape of a woman who was in her 30s at a car wash. He would have murdered his victim but she managed to get away. He later was arrested as an adult at age 18 for home invasion robbery and spent another 18 months in jail.
After that he was arrested for bank robbery and spent 15 1/2 years in prison. Following being married to a woman he had never met, he was granted parole and he came to Florida and continued his life in crime here. He assaulted mainly older women who lived alone. He is a suspect in one murder in Sarasota County and was convicted in another in Manatee County. I spent six years working on two books. The first book is Do You Know How to Fly. The second will be titled: The Woman in a Pink Top.
These books will be available through Amazon and Barnes and Noble and all other book stores. But, Do You Know how to Fly is the first and you can now download through Kindle for $3.00. You can order paperback copies through the locations listed above or by contacting me for an autographed copy.
You may also get an eAutograph on Kindle by requesting it.
I hope you enjoy my books as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
Best to you,
The following is about a violent and horrific murder. It is a real story about real people. Parts of this are very graphic. Please have respect for the victims, their families, and their friends.
She lay face down.
At least, that is how they found the body—face down.
They being the hastily-established Manatee County team of sheriff’s deputies, forensic personnel, fire department paramedics, and the county coroner’s office staff that had been called into service on August 3rd, 2009, in the middle of the night. It was their job to descend on the horrifying scene at a residence in a quiet neighborhood in response to her husband’s frantic 911 call.
Manatee County 911, what is the nature of your emergency?
The operator’s voice was calm, well-practiced, having responded thousands of times in the same cool manner during stressful telephone calls as this would soon become.
Caller: (Unintelligible) I just got home, my wife is on the floor!
The voice was breathless, filled with shock and terror.
Three years after the Manatee County 911 system recorded the emotion-filled phone call from a distraught man, the prosecution introduced the tape as evidence in Case No. 2010-CF-000479, The State of Florida vs. Delmer Smith, a murder case.
The Court, jury, and gallery would sit and listen completely absorbed by the conversation being played back for them. While the horror of the night slowly became indelibly evident for everyone else in the room, the defendant appeared indifferent. He spent most of his time looking at the highly-polished wooden conference table-top where he sat, or at his handcuffed hands which were kept low behind the table so the jury could not see them.
He focused on them, turning them over, then right side up. He twisted them one way, then another, carefully examining each hand like a person would checking to see if they might need to wash them. Perhaps, in this case, to remove the invisible stain and erase the scent of his victim’s blood that only he was conscious of.
The act was eerily reminiscent of the scene in Shakespeare’s Macbeth where the Thane of Fife’s wife spoke those incredibly memorable lines, “Out, damned spot! Out, I say! … What! will these hands ne’er be clean? … Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”
The book, Predator, The Man Who Didn’t Exist is a complex work. Currently at 290 pages and about half way through it. The book is about a serial killer/rapist who began his criminal career at age 14 and in March of 2013 he received a death sentence for the murder of a doctor’s wife in Bradenton, FL.
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EXCERPT FROM Predator, The Man Who Didn’t Exist
CHAPTER ONE: Murder
She lay face down.
At least, that is how they found the body—face down.
They, being the hastily established Manatee County team of sheriff’s deputies, forensic personnel, fire department paramedics, and the county coroner’s office staff. It was their job to descend on the horrifying scene at a residence in a quiet neighborhood in response to her husband’s frantic 911 call.
Manatee County 911, what is the nature of your emergency
Caller:…I just got home, my wife is on the floor!
911:…Are you with her now?
Caller: Yeah…I think she’s already dead.
911: Is she awake?
Caller: No, I think she’s dead.
911: What makes you think she’s dead?
Caller: She’s not breathing. She’s laying here and she’s cold and blue.
They would come like a small, sudden swarm of cautious, curious, searching ants. Their rapidly advancing presence along four-lane US 19 was heralded by the growing sound of wailing sirens coming north out of the cities of Bradenton and Palmetto.
911: She’s cold?
Caller: Oh, yes. …
911: Do you believe she’s beyond any help?
Caller: She’s not breathing. She’s not breathing.
911: Do you think she’s beyond help?
Caller: I can’t, I can’t…her mouth is bound…gagged. Oh, God.
911: I am sending paramedics to help you….
The disjointed string of vehicles slowed as it crossed the bridge passing over the murky greenish brown Terra Ceia Bay. The conversation continued between the caller and the 911 operator for several minutes with the 911 operator finally transferring the call to the sheriff’s department.
911: Okay, stay on the line. I am going to let you speak to the sheriff’s department.
Sheriff’s department: This is Carey on a recorded line.
911: I am transferring a call to you….
The 911 operator quickly passed information to the sheriff’s deputy concerning the nature of the call and the caller’s identification. The deputy immediately dispatched personnel who raced to the location where the caller was at while continuing the conversation calmly on the phone.
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