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Fact and more than one fictional creation would find an uneasy alliance in a most unexpected revelation. Dracula was published in 1897, though it’s now generally accepted that Stoker’s reliance on a firm calendar structure places its events in the year 1893. Could they have been inspired by events still earlier – the Jack the Ripper murders that became such a cause célèbre in the London of 1888? The murder of (at least) five prostitutes loomed so large and the killer remained so elusive that the all-too-real case took on an almost supernatural dimens­ion – aided no doubt by the calculating work of journalists who effectively created the persona of Jack the Ripper and may even have inadvertently spurred on the actual killer. An interaction with fiction began at once. Robert Louis Stevenson’s immensely popular novella The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde had been published in 1886, was dramatised the following year and in 1888 became a starr­ing vehicle for actor Richard Mansfield, appearing at th …

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Fowler said there is no clear motive but the conflict may have been over a dispute between James and another drug dealer, who wanted to violate James rules on selling drugs in his Regent Park neighbourhood.
The Crown is expected to seek the maximum youth penalty which amounts to seven years of custody followed by three years in a halfway house.
The youth, known as JD and who cannot be legally identified because he was 16 at the time of the murder, was dressed nattily in a charcoal-gray pin-striped suit with neat hair in cornrows.
In the agreed statement of facts, the youth was accompanied by an older man, known as a Scarborough gang member who was driving the stolen Beck Taxi, and a street prostitute known as Jennifer, during the slaying.

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Port-au-Prince was a stopover on a two-week Caribbean cruise we ran between Fort Lauderdale, Fla., and San Francisco.
I published the ship’s daily newspaper.
Though I worked for the cruise company, I had my own double passenger cabin and had to wear a tux to dinner every night.
We ate caviar and filet mignon and lobster tail and sipped fine wines.
So to step onto the sweltering dock in Port-au-Prince was a shock to the senses and sensibilities. To venture into Port-au-Prince was to enter a world opposite of the ship’s pampered luxury.
No U.S. slum could match Port-au-Prince for its hopelessness, etched into the faces of its people and reflected in their glassy stares.
A hot, tangible stench hung over the city.
I recall garbage in the gutters, young prostitutes on many corners and, most notably, a lack of smiles, even on the faces of children.

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