My friend Stephen Hunter is the Pulitzer Prize-winning former film critic for The Washington Post and bestselling author of the Bob Lee Swagger action thriller novels. Several months ago, he sent me a copy of his latest novel, a stand-alone entitled, I Ripper. He knew that John Douglas and I had written extensively about the Jack the Ripper Whitechapel murders of 1888 and were convinced we knew who the real killer was, and wanted to know what I thought.
Well, what makes Steve such a formidable novelist is that every time I said to myself, Wait a minute, that doesn’t make any sense! or, The real killer wouldn’t have been able to do anything like that! he outfoxed me, and I would end up thinking, Okay, I see where he’s going with this.
So I can highly and heartily recommend I, Ripper, published by my old friends at Simon & Schuster for anyone interested in a grippingly exciting, meticulously researched tale told by a pair of unusual narrators whose identities and raisons d’etre make for a walloping surprise of an ending.
But wait! There’s more!