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Grand Central Publishing: We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence by Becky Cooper

Grand Central Publishing: We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence by Becky Cooper

Grand Central Publishing: We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence by Becky Cooper

Grand Central Publishing: We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence by Becky Cooper

We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence

by Becky Cooper

In We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence, Becky Cooper re-creates her sprawling investigation into a long-unsolved murder, drawing readers into the case's thrilling twists and turns. The book is about Cooper's near-obsessive interest in Jane Britton, a Harvard graduate student of archeology who was bludgeoned to death in her off-campus apartment in January 1969. The murder spawned decades of wild speculation and hearsay revolving around a powerful professor and the supposed ritualistic treatment of Jane's body--according to rumor, "her body was covered with fur blankets and the killer threw red ochre on her body, a perfect re-creation of a burial ritual." Passed down over the years, the rumors reached Cooper as a student at Harvard as "macabre legend," one whose allegations of a vast cover-up were all-too-believable, given Harvard's vast institutional power. Cooper's simple curiosity soon morphed into a years-long quest for the truth behind the legend.

The narrative moves on parallel tracks, recounting the initial investigation into Jane's death in 1969 as well as Cooper's own present-day sleuthing. The bones of an intriguing true-crime narrative are all here, but Cooper is at least equally interested in introducing readers to the highs and lows of her own investigation: the exciting leads, the dead ends, the many complicated people she comes to know. Cooper skillfully recounts the thrill of a new suspect coming to light or fresh information allowing for a different, potentially revealing, angle on Jane's murder. And, as her investigation slips deep into tangents, she is able to use the murder as a jumping-off point for a wide range of issues.

The red ochre found at the scene leads Cooper to delve into the state of archeology at the time, including its legacy as a colonial tool and the way nations continue to use it to re-shape and control their pasts. At the time of the initial investigation, the red ochre was merely a sensationalist element that helped Jane's murder become a more engaging story for the press. Cooper goes in a different direction, using the archeological connection to explore how we shape stories from the past--such as Jane's murder--to serve modern purposes. Cooper makes a powerful argument that Jane's murder became a lingering myth in Harvard circles as a way to interrogate questions of institutional sexism, misogynistic violence, domineering professors and more. In a more concrete sense, Cooper's impressive research allows her to examine the claustrophobic world of archeology and, in particular, the incredibly tense archeological digs Jane participated in that some thought were key to her fate.

In one of the most passionate aspects of the book, Cooper sees understanding the climate of sexism and misogyny as key to understanding Jane's story. The legend of Jane's murder implicates a professor who was supposedly in a relationship with Jane. While Cooper investigates the truth of the legend with journalistic rigor, she also explains why these rumors would seem so believable in a male-dominated culture where professors regularly pursued students and had enormous power over students' careers. Jane's story might have turned into a legend as a way of warning students about a particularly abusive professor. Through her many interviews, Cooper is able to describe a sense of threat that often went unspoken. One interviewee describes the harassment common on expeditions that led students to warn each other about "so-and-so, because he has grabby hands": "People will say it in conversation, but not always out loud. There is an antagonism. There is a pressure in the field. There is a looming danger." Cooper seems to ask the question: Was Jane's death a horrific anomaly or a symptom of a deeper illness?

Throughout, Cooper never loses sight of Jane, an eccentric, intense person who left her mark on many of the interviewees. Cooper avoids "detachment from the people who were killed and the families that were grieving" that is sometimes found in true crime. Instead, we meet many of the people who are living with memories of Jane as a funny, sometimes frustrating person whose unsolved murder left deep emotional wounds. Jane's brother says: "As I think about it now, my two questions are always the same: who did it?... And, would she have been happy?... I don't think she would have been.... People did not satisfy her expectations very well." As the book goes on, present-day developments lead to the seeming identification of Jane's murderer. Even then, questions linger, and Cooper doesn't seem fully satisfied. By the end of the book, Jane's story has become so sprawling and personal that it resists simple answers.

We Keep the Dead Close is part true crime, part memoir, part re-creation of the vast, compelling, disappointing investigative process. The murder at the center of the book is a rabbit hole that contains further rabbit holes, many of which the author capably leads us down. While the book is wide-ranging, there are no purposeless tangents. Instead, we are given a portrait of the kind of world Jane lived and died in, granting us both an understanding of Jane and the myths that her murder created. We Keep the Dead Close draws readers into the ins and outs of a compelling investigation where every fascinating mystery seems to lead to another. --Hank Stephenson

Grand Central Publishing, $29, hardcover, 512p., 9781538746837, November 10, 2020

Grand Central Publishing: We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence by Becky Cooper

Becky Cooper: Ways of Unearthing the Past

(photo: Lily Erlinger)

Becky Cooper is the author of Mapping Manhattan: A Love (and Sometimes Hate) Story in Maps by 75 New Yorkers and a former New Yorker editorial staff member. Her book We Keep the Dead Close: A Murder at Harvard and a Half Century of Silence (Grand Central, November 10, 2020) blends true crime and memoir to investigate the long-unsolved murder of Jane Britton and the many rumors surrounding it. In the process, Cooper delves into a range of subjects, from archeology to Harvard's insular culture and history of sexism.

In some ways, the book is as much a memoir of your long investigation as a true-crime retelling. Why did you want to lead readers through the investigation process?

I never imagined a book about Jane as a traditional true-crime story. Yes, of course, at heart it's a whodunit, and the procedural elements of the investigation are important, as is the reveal at the end. But in a lot of ways, the crime is only the motor for the story. It provides propulsion enough to dive into character studies, to contemplate the nature of knowledge creation, and to examine the ways in which the act of writing history, of conducting an investigation and of leading an archeological excavation are all ways of unearthing the material remains of the past and of constructing those remains into a story. It's a process that cannot possibly be extricated from the individuality and subjectivity of the person doing the storytelling. Therefore, even though the Jane in the book is my best effort to restore her to herself, she is still a product of my imagination. In order to be honest about the nature of her reconstruction, I needed to be a character in the book, too, to show how my own obsession with her and my own life history shaped the person I believed her to be.

After the release of the book, do you think you will move on in some ways, or are you still on the case?

There are parts of the case that I want more answers to. For instance, I'm pushing to get access to the original Massachusetts State Police crime lab files so I can get a second opinion on the evidence that led to the resolution of the case. The Massachusetts State Police rejected both my request to interview anyone at the State's DNA lab and my public records request for those lab files. Why the secrecy if they have nothing to hide?

I don't think I'll ever fully move on from this case because it's shaped the person I am, but I have to say I'm looking forward to living outside of this book. In order to write it with the kind of intensity and emotional honesty I wanted the book to have, I dissolved any boundaries I had between myself and the work. I moved away from almost all of my friends and back into my college dorm. Every time I walked through Harvard Square, I would mentally slide back to 1969 to see if I could re-create the setting as it was when Jane was walking those streets. Every time a Cambridge cop car passed by, I looked in the window to see if it was one of the officers who had investigated her case in the '90s. At some points I couldn't tell where I ended and Jane started. It was an enormous luxury and privilege to be able to devote myself so entirely to a single story, I realize, but the immersive insanity that it demanded means that I don't really know myself outside of her case. I think that suspension of self is only sustainable for so long.

Your investigation goes in so many different directions and into so many areas of study. Did you ever worry about losing the reader in the weeds, or descending too far into tangents?

I had a John McPhee quote on my wall as I was writing this book: "Every part of time touches every other part of time. You just have to find the right structure." The book definitely covers a ton of material--gender discrimination in academia, the moral muddiness of storytelling, the fight for civil rights in the '60s, the merger of Harvard and its sister school, Radcliffe, and, of course, the murder of Jane Britton. It also spans 50 years and takes readers from the crumbling mountains of northern Canada to the volcanoes of Guatemala to the hot summer afternoons in Iran. I think if I were trying to organize the material intellectually, I would have gotten completely lost. But I knew from the very beginning that I wanted the book to be organized viscerally. I'm not quite sure how to explain it. I wanted the reader to feel how I felt investigating Jane's story. And I think with that lodestar in mind, the structure just kind of unfolded organically. I needed to build and maintain an emotional propulsion in the book, and as long as I could still feel the narrative tension, I could trust that the reader would follow me into a tangent. But after a while down that tangent, I'd start to feel the tension slackening, and it'd be time for another bit of Jane's mystery to build it back up.

I also have to give a huge amount of credit to my editor at Grand Central, Maddie Caldwell, who gave me the confidence to trust myself and also reined me in when I got lost down one rabbit hole too many. (The book came in 30% longer....) She has an impeccable sense of narrative and is a puzzler at heart, and whenever I got stuck, I'd just send her a brain dump of the swirling thoughts in my mind, and she'd help me carve a way through.

Were you ever concerned that your investigation could re-traumatize the people you spoke with, or open old wounds?

Constantly. For instance, the son of one of the people in the book wrote to me begging me to reconsider what I was doing. That this awful tragedy had happened to people early in their lives and maybe, finally, after 50 years, they'd achieved some sort of peace. And here I was stirring up old feelings and hurt and guilt for the sake of what? What could I promise them? I couldn't promise them that I'd find a solution to Jane's case. Or that someone would be brought to justice. I couldn't promise them resolution or closure.

Don Mitchell--one of Jane's closest friends--and I exchanged a number of e-mails about this as I struggled with whether my investigation would bring enough good in the world to justify the pain. He assured me that while some people wanted to bury it and move on, there were also people who needed to talk about it. For them, Jane's murder was a festering wound that needed light and air. Even if I couldn't offer a name to her killer, there was healing in the process of talking about her life and her death, and of being able to see one version of Jane's story from new angles.

What do you want readers to come away from your book knowing about Jane Britton?

That Jane was funny as hell. I think her best friend, Elisabeth Handler, put it best when she said that Jane was "a mix of Dorothy Parker and Groucho Marx, except without the mustache." That Jane was young. That she was still becoming herself. That she was a great friend, and she was complicated. And that she had a gift for making people who felt out of place feel at home with her--and that's why I think this band of outsiders, even after her death, felt so committed to solving her case. --Hank Stephenson

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