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2010 Reading #95: Ripley's Game
Nov. 7th, 2010 10:16 amBooks 1-10.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
Books 71-80.
Books 81-90.
91. Over the Earth I Come: The Great Sioux Uprising of 1862 by Duane Schultz.
92. Ripley Under Ground by Patricia Highsmith.
93. The Ant King and Other Stories by Benjamin Rosenbaum.
94. The Wind's Twelve Quarters by Ursula K. Le Guin.
95. Ripley's Game by Patricia Highsmith. In which things get worse; more tense, more appalling, more insane, but with the veneer of gentility. This time Tom Ripley draws an innocent into his activities, family man Jonathan Trevanny, who happens to be suffering from terminal leukemia; asked to do a couple of simple killings, Ripley instead suggests recruiting Trevanny, who proves surprisingly (and distressingly) malleable. This is dark, dark stuff, fascinating but despair-inducing--of the three Ripley books I've read so far, this is the one in which Highsmith most effectively evokes the horror of the familiar, the paranoia of what might lie behind a polite smile.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
Books 71-80.
Books 81-90.
91. Over the Earth I Come: The Great Sioux Uprising of 1862 by Duane Schultz.
92. Ripley Under Ground by Patricia Highsmith.
93. The Ant King and Other Stories by Benjamin Rosenbaum.
94. The Wind's Twelve Quarters by Ursula K. Le Guin.
95. Ripley's Game by Patricia Highsmith. In which things get worse; more tense, more appalling, more insane, but with the veneer of gentility. This time Tom Ripley draws an innocent into his activities, family man Jonathan Trevanny, who happens to be suffering from terminal leukemia; asked to do a couple of simple killings, Ripley instead suggests recruiting Trevanny, who proves surprisingly (and distressingly) malleable. This is dark, dark stuff, fascinating but despair-inducing--of the three Ripley books I've read so far, this is the one in which Highsmith most effectively evokes the horror of the familiar, the paranoia of what might lie behind a polite smile.