All the Living and the Dead by Hayley Campbell

To look at those same photographs now is an entirely different thing - I see violence, the struggle and misogyny, the lost lives - but back then, I didn't have the emotional language to process something so terrible. Their situation was so removed from anything I knew of life that it was too other to be frightening - it was as alien to me there in tropical Brisbane, Australia, as the foggy London streets where they had lived. I wished the pictures were clearer, I wished they were in colour. I remember looking up at them and feeling not shocked, but fascinated. Next to them, the stark autopsy photographs, their sagging breasts and bellies, the pinched rugby-ball stitching from neck to groin. There they were, the disembowelled women, the flesh torn from their faces and thighs. 'Jackarippy' was such a part of our lives that my tiny sister would wear the top hat to eat breakfast, and I would stand on tiptoes to study the crime scenes that were pinned to my dad's drawing board while trying to get him to agree to something Mum had said no to.

It's about Jack the Ripper and shows the full horror of his brutality in scratchy black and white. Throughout my single digits, my dad - Eddie Campbell, a comic book artist - was working on a graphic novel called From Hell, written by Alan Moore.

All the Living and the Dead by Hayley Campbell