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The Boy Who Followed Ripley

ebook / ISBN-13: 9780349004631

Price: £9.99

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Discover the fourth novel in the iconic, propulsive RIPLEY series – now a major Netflix series starring Andrew Scott

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‘The Ripley books are marvellously, insanely readable’ THE TIMES

‘It’s hard to imagine anyone interested in modern fiction who has not read the Ripley novels’ DAILY TELEGRAPH

‘Peerlessly Disturbing’ NEW YORKER

When a troubled young runaway arrives on Tom Ripley’s French estate, he is drawn into a world he thought he’d left behind: the seedy underworld of Berlin, involving kidnapping plots, lies and deception. Ripley becomes the boy’s protector as friendship develops between the young man with a guilty conscience and the older one with no conscience at all. Highsmith shatters our perceptions of her most famous creation by letting us glimpse a more compassionate side of this amoral charmer.

The Boy Who Followed Ripley is followed by Ripley Under Water.

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For eliciting the menance that lurks in familiar surroundings, there is no-one like Patricia Highsmith
Time
Ripley is an unmistakable descendant of Gatsby, that 'penniless young man without a past' who will stop at nothing
Frank Rich, New York Times
More than any other American literary character, Ripley provides a lens to peer into the sinister machinations of human behavior
John Freeman, Pittsburgh Gazette
The Ripley books are marvellously, insanely readable
The Times
It's hard to imagine anyone interested in modern fiction who has not read the Ripley novels
Daily Telegraph
Exquisitely chilling
Olivia Laing, author of Crudo
Peerlessly disturbing . . . bad dreams that keep us thrashing for the rest of the night with the sense that an awful possibility has been articulated only to be left unresolved
New Yorker