He was so bored after the dreary, eventless weeks in Venice, when each day that went by had seemed to confirm his personal safety and to emphasise the dullness of his existence.
A fascinating character, this Tom Ripley. Stunning prose by Highsmith. (I’ve seen the film years ago – also a fine piece of work.) Enough twists to deliver jitters, and a feeling of guilt at times as you can’t help but celebrate Tom’s morbid successes. That sonofabitch.
Now I want to tour Europe.