A college professor becomes involved, no falls in love with one of his students. This is a first, though many believe otherwise. It gets complicated in Death of the Black-Haired Girl by Robert Stone. “I’m not a womanizer. Just an easy lay.” the professor professes. “Maud (that’s’ the girl) wanted fulfilling experiences. She wanted them for free. She’s reckless, he thought – heedless, demanding, and she’ll always be that way. She’ll break a few hearts before she’s though.”
We knew for sure what Brookman, that’s the professor, thought, “Why this is hell. Nor am I out of it.” His wife is pregnant. This will be their second child. Maud has a former cop for a father who lives next to an oxygen tank, goes to weekly AA meetings, and lives alone. He has figured out about Brookman and Maud.
Perhaps Maud’s accident death is fortuitous for many. Or was it an accident. She had written an article for the school newspaper about pro-abortion issues that included pictures of children born with horrendous birth defects, who didn’t live long. It angered many to the point of death threats. Was it an accident or did someone arrange it? Of course there is the professor, his wife, and her college roommate. Who knows, but it seems as if her death is more convenient than not. And if just an accident, life is capricious, death is certain.