I was writing a novel about Mr. Kaczynski.
I grew up in Missoula, about 80 miles from the Unabomber’s shack in the Montana wilderness and was 11 at the time of his capture.
I didn’t know who the Unabomber was or what he had done, but I could tell it was important — and dark.
So much so that my home state was suddenly the center of national attention.
Western Montana in the 1990s was not a place that made the national news, save for an occasional environmental disaster and the annual Testicle Festival — a days-long debauch of fried steer genitals that attracted seedier press.
Persons:
Ted Kaczynski, Kaczynski, I’d
Locations:
Butner, N.C, Missoula, Montana, Western Montana