This is a strange book and yet vintage Highsmith. Ripley is shown as a humanitarian, amicable, and resourceful character whose only fault it is to harbor a murderer. The boy himself at first appears a pleasant college-type young man, without direction, a drifter as there are so many resulting from a mindless American education. Even the boy's confession makes you believe it is not quite genuine and you have to doubt its veracity until the very end. Ripleys relationship to the boy is also left in limbo. There are high homoerotic overtones in Ms Highsmith's description but fall short of Ripley's falling in love or even sleeping with the boy, Mr Ripley in his calculated sympathy does everything to make the boy feel his deed, if indeed it was one, is appreciated as understandable if not indeed valuable. In the subtext, however, and here the book is masterfully construed, Mr Ripley is the true murderer as he understands the boy's crime as a suicide wish which he fosters. The introduction of this boy to Mr Ripley's standard cronies and a few new ones, to the Berlin gay transvestite scene and to the condoning Madame Ripley in her smug bourgeoisity, are masterworks of matching the unmatchable. In sum, it is an unexpected but great work from Ms Highsmith's pen.