He is very ignorant of sexual procedure and foreplay despite his college education.
“All we’re trying to do is determine that on a certain date – November 10, 1977 – a woman died at a certain address that I have,” he told Salley. “We don’t want names, next of kin. I don’t want anything but confirmation that your department has records to confirm that a woman between the ages of 20 and 30 died in a motel in Aurora called the Manor House Motel. That’s all we want.”
Salley kept repeating that it was against state regulations to give out such information, but Talese refused to hang up until Salley gave him the number for Ron Hyman, the state’s registrar of vital statistics.
By 3:45 p.m., Talese has gotten Hyman’s voicemail for the second time. Hoping to find a better number, he walked over to consult with Barb Hudson, the library’s crack researcher. Sitting with Gurman, I took the opportunity to find out what, exactly, this dead person had to do with the New Yorker article.
“I can’t tell you, because it’s contracted,” said Foos. “I can’t tell you the name, or what it’s about. But it’s about my secret life.”
“He’s not a murderer, or a cheater,” said his wife.
“I’m not a serial killer,” said Foos.
“I feel like if you have to say ‘I’m not a serial killer–’” said Gurman.
“What’s that mean?” Foos interrupted. “You ever met a serial killer?”
“I don’t know,” Gurman said.
“You know, there are one hundred in Denver? But they’re just plotting right now. They’re not acting, but they’re thinking. Some of them are interested in guys. Some are interested in little children. Some are interested in school teachers, some are interested in high political guys or CEOs. Some are interested in nice looking girls like you, OK?” he said, looking at Gurman. “They will follow you around in secret, take pictures of you, follow you home, take a picture of where you live, find out how many you live with.”
Just as we were trying to get our heads around that, Talese pulled up at the table to present his Hail Mary plan: Storming Hyman’s office at CDPHE.
Things continue like this until she [the facilities director] finally told him [Gay Talese] that Hyman [the CO state registrar] was just not available.
“He’s in a meeting? I can wait here till midnight. But if I don’t see Ron Hyman, I’m going to be so unhappy!”
“They’re all off-site at a meeting,” she said. “I don’t even know how to get hold of them. The whole division is off-site.”
“Now they tell us! We came all the way from New York to come over here? And now we learn the man in charge is not even on site?”
You know, how weird is it that there was an X-Files episode in the reboot season that was apparently in part based on this Talese project? How do we explain it? Time travel?
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