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.
I, 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.”