The electrifying new thriller from New York Times
bestseller Stephen Hunter takes you deep inside the mind of
the most notorious serial killer of all time: Jack the
Ripper.
In the fall of 1888, Jack the Ripper
slaughtered five prostitutes in London’s seamy Whitechapel
District. He did not just kill—he ripped with a butcher’s
glee—and then, after the particularly gruesome slaying of
Mary Jane Kelly, he disappeared. For 127 years, Jack has
haunted the dark corners of our imagination, the paradigm of
the psychotic killer. We remember him not only for his
crimes, but because, despite one of the biggest dragnets in
London history, he was never caught.
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Ripper is a vivid reimagining of Jack’s personal story
entwined with that of an Irish journalist who covered the
case, knew the principals, charted the investigation, and at
last, stymied, went off in a bold new direction. These two
men stalk each other through a city twisted in fear of the
madman’s blade, a cat-and-mouse game that brings to life the
sounds and smells of the fleshpot tenderloin of Whitechapel
and all the lurid acts that fueled the Ripper headlines.
Dripping with intrigue, atmosphere, and diabolical
twists, this is a magnificent psychological thriller from
perennial New York Times bestseller Stephen Hunter,
who the San Francisco Examiner calls “one of the best
storytellers of his generation.”