Blinded by the Light
Blinded by the Light, at its very best, captures the experience of being a fan, the pure exhilaration of it, and the sense of your…
The first season of "Serial" may be over today, December 18, but its fans—and there are many—won’t stop obsessing over the murder case at its heart, a re-investigation of a Maryland man’s 1999 conviction of his high school girlfriend.
I thought I would surely be one of the "Serial" obsessives: I devour mysteries, old and new. I’ve read true crime. I’ve admired documentaries like "Murder on a Sunday Morning" and "The Staircase." Over the last few weeks, the BBC/Starz drama series “The Missing,” about a British couple’s search for their abducted five-year-old child, has burned nightmares into my brain. For me, "Serial"’s pedigree couldn’t be stronger: here’s a spinoff of "This American Life"; the creator/presenter, Sarah Koenig, is known for short political profiles, crime reporting, and a memorable look at a gambling addict who sued a casino.
But on "Serial," we’ve heard the style of "This American Life" style gone slack and meandering. The first episode, which hooked listeners, found Koenig amazed and astonished that her subject, a convicted murderer whom she meets in a Maryland prison, could be such a nice, presentable and well-spoken guy. To his credit, the guy refrains from telling Koenig how naïve she is. (He’s been in prison a while, so perhaps he’s inclined be patient with visitors, no matter how silly they are.)
Some background: Adnan Syed and Hae Min Lee were high schoolers in 1999, sweethearts until shortly before Lee’s disappearance. She was found dead, six weeks later in a suburban park. Syed was convicted largely on the testimony of a friend, Jay, who told police that Syed asked for help in concealing Lee’s body; Jay pleaded guilty to being an accessory after the fact. Koenig never manages to score an interview with Jay, the detectives who cracked the case, or Lee’s family.
Koenig does locate various classmates of victim and convict. Some gossip, some refuse to talk. There has to be an hour of chatter between Koenig and her producer, musing about those interviews that got away. So much musing that it becomes difficult, at times, to separate fact from supposition. As Koenig likes to say, "More on that later...," as though she’s leading into a advertising break. "Serial"’s crossover audience appeal is remarkable; I’ve heard it discussed by everyone from older literary-minded listeners familiar with "In Cold Blood" and other New Yorker magazine crime writing to 20something listeners who wouldn’t be caught dead watching CBS’s "48 HRS" or the more lurid "Dateline NBC." The medium—longform podcast—may be new, yet that doesn’t make "Serial" better.
What does "Serial" serve up? Gut feelings. Koenig starts with a hunch and more or less stops there. "My interest [in the story]...," she says. "Like, you’re a really nice guy." Even Syed grows weary of that angle. "To be honest with you," he tells her. "I feel like I want to shoot myself, If I hear someone else say, "I don’t think he did it because you’re a really nice guy."
Which is the greatest moment in "Serial."
Less convincing, though, are Syed’s sort-of acquaintances, who step forward after 15 years to provide dubious alibis. (Right. And these helpful alibis-come-lately cannot possibly be contaminated by media accounts or ulterior motives on the part of the tellers. These people, like, forgot to say anything back when it counted.) "Serial"’s like a National Geographic Radio Expedition about capturing vocal fry in the wild.
"Serial" isn’t, as its creator promises on the show website, "one story—a true story—over the course of a whole season...we’ll follow the plot and the characters wherever they take us and we won’t know what happens at the end of the story until we get there, not before you get there with us."
It’s about Sarah Koenig feeling her way through her feelings, ad nauseam. "Serial"’s been slammed with criticism for Koenig’s "white privilege." (Evidence: she remarked upon the teenagerish style of the diary of the victim, a teenager.) To her credit, Koenig does, in fact, uncover the racial dynamics that may have been in play at the time of Syed’s trial. Lee was Korean-American, Syed is Muslim, their pal Jay—Syed’s former friend and accuser, is African-American. The jury in Syed’s post-9/11 trial was mainly African-American and believed him. However, "Serial"’s audio clips from the trial reveal Jay as a calm and diffident witness, even under a barrage of cross-examination.
Mostly, though, Koenig’s narrator persona is clueless, prolix and so visible (audible?) in the story, her words usually come at the expense of other figures and facts. Which leaves the listening audience to fill in the blanks with speculation. Which may be the biggest appeal of "Serial."
Good true crime stories make you remember both the teller and the tale. Mikal Gilmore’s "Shot in the Heart" opens with a lyrical remembrance: "One by one, I had watched them all die. First, my father. Then my brothers Gaylen and Gary. Finally my mother, a bitter and ravaged woman. In the end, there was just me, the youngest." Gilmore-as-narrator sounds old, but he was in his 30s when he wrote his mournful family history, in his teens when his older brother Gary Gilmore, a convicted double murderer, was executed by firing squad in Utah.
Joseph Wambaugh begins "The Onion Field," with a seemingly mundane look at the last night in the lives of two soon-to-be murdered L.A. cops. "The night in the onion field was a Saturday night." Simple, but believe me, the author is pissed about what happens next: a series of judicial fuckups and reversals that will almost make you lose faith in the system.
Hardly anybody in "Serial" is passionate about anything. (A private detective and thelawyer from Virginia’s Innocence Project, interviewed in Episode 7, perk up the proceedings.) "You’re juggling all these questions and you have to eliminate them all," the attorney advises Koenig. "If you get attached to one you’re going to make the same mistakes that law enforcement does. I reach a tipping point where I’ve answered questions to my satisfaction and my answers are better than law enforcement.")
Sometimes, the result is unsatisfying—there are no answers. "That’s my fear," replies Koenig. "That I’m going to get through all this and be like, I don’t know."
I can live with "I don’t know." As “The Missing” draws closer to its sure-to-be-dreadful end, I keep thinking, “The material is so bleak and terrifying, maybe I don’t want to know.” As the couple (James Nesbitt and Frances O’Connor) agonize for eight years for their lost son, the actors don’t even look like the same people they were before. Tragedy, it is said, transforms a person’s character. But in “The Missing,” tragedy and grief reveal character: the child’s mother uses her calm, remote manner to shut away her grief, to cling to a new, protective man. Whereas the father, once a harried businessman, becomes a crazed, self-styled detective, willing to kill; to go to the ends of the earth rather than face his loss.
But “Serial” is real life, and Koenig leans on so many versions and voices that it becomes impossible to determine what, among all the noise, matters.
I hope it’s not because I don’t care. I care about miscarriages of injustice; but "Serial" barely notices justice, let alone how it may or may not have been miscarried. Dwelling on the minutiae of who sounds nice, who might be a liar, which interview went well, who’s been helpful: it amounts to nothing. Koenig notes, at one point, that it’s not her job to exonerate Syed. (Avid listeners have wondered what, exactly, Koenig job is, then.)
"Serial" didn’t bother, for too long, with the salient information that Syed’s case is headed to the Maryland Court of Special Appeals. His lawyers argue that he deserves a new trial because he had ineffective assistance of counsel. In short, he’s arguing that first his lawyer sucked. Appeals courts consider matters of law; they don’t re-try original evidence. The Virginia Innocence Project is seeking DNA testing on some un-tested physical evidence found at the crime scene. “Serial”’s final revelation is the pursuit of that evidence. (Though the scientific tests have no bearing on Syed’s current “bad lawyer” appeal, the DNA test could indicate that another person was with Lee at the time of her death, and force another type of appeal.)
For "Serial" superfans, there’s more fun to be had in ignoring the hard, boring legal process, and pore over new alibis and alternate theories of the crime. Maybe it’s useless criticizing "Serial" as a documentary, because the podcast is something else entirely: a true crime entertainment, a Choose Your Own Adventure game for the folks playing along at home. "Serial"’s a hit online, with discussion boards, parody video and audio clips; hate-listeners, crime-solvers, and some earnestly, thrillingly living the whole experience as if it were happening to them. Gaming it. You can be Jay! How would it feel to testify against a friend? Or Asia: Why don’t you want to get involved? Or Hae Min Lee! Sorry, you can’t play. You have been murdered. "Serial" forgot about her.
The lowest and most lurid crime shows (hello, "Dateline") send a message that the world’s sad and sick. The best crime writing and documentary asks something of you. Reading "Shot in the Heart," you mourn, with Gilmore, the tragedies of his family, which seems to be cursed with violence. Watching "Murder on a Sunday Morning," an Academy Award winning documentary, you’re outraged that an obviously innocent teenager could be sentenced to death—until a court finally believed that his confession was coerced. In West Memphis, Arkansas, three young men served 20 years before public pressure and justice won out; they were recently freed. A series of documentaries about them (“Paradise Lost” and “West of “Memphis”) chronicled their cases. Despite years lost to prison, the men and the films were remarkably uncynical. They asked us to get involved, to make laws ensuring that police videotape suspect interrogations in their entirety.
Today there’s a groundswell of support, among Reddit users, for Lee’s family (who still have not commented); Redditors have set up a scholarship fund at her Baltimore high school.
"Serial" asks nothing of us; nothing more than to muse on counter-narratives and the “idea of mystery.” And to get set for “Serial”’s second season, already underway.In a way, that’s as cynical as ending with, "It’s a sick, sad world. More on that later..."
A review of Netflix's new martial arts series Wu Assassins, which premiere on August 8.
A review of Amazon's new anti-superhero series The Boys, which premieres on July 26.
A review of the new Netflix sci-fi show starring Katee Sackhoff, Justin Chatwin, and Selma Blair.
This message came to me from a reader named Peter Svensland. He and a fr...