How does a London chauffeur wind up knee-deep in fashion designers, anarchists, and killers? Definitely not meant to be taken entirely seriously, this eighth (and, the author contends, final) novel in Ripley's Angel series will certainly please fans of off-kilter thrillers .Although the story's structure might annoy some readers--Ripley tells the tale out of sequence, skipping back and forth between the past and the present--the novel is entirely coherent and (like
Pulp Fiction) benefits greatly from its oddly constructed narrative. What might have been an implausible mystery becomes a fast-paced, funny thriller that keeps readers constantly guessing, trying to sort out who's who and what's what before Angel does. A rousing success and--if Ripley keeps his word--an excellent finale to a series that deserves the same sort of recognition in North America that it has garnered in Britain.
David Pitt
From Kirkus Reviews
The eighth of Ripley's novels about sometime driver Fitzroy Maclean Angel (Angel City, 1995, etc.) might just as well have started off with Angel sitting in a pub doing what he does best- -nothing--when a trio of young ladies asks him to judge which of them has the most muscular thighs: a strenuous hands-on judicial procedure climaxing in a special prize the winner presents to the judge. But it doesn't start with this scene; instead Ripley plunges into the middle of his story, with Angel's last drink with freelance photographer Eugene Sargeant before Sarge is murdered--stabbed in the head--and a pair of vaudevillian police officers haul Angel on the carpet. The constant shifts among different time frames--the ``before'' of Angel's first involvement with the three principals of TAL fashion (model Thalia Leonard, designer Amy May, bookkeeper Lyn Buttress), the ``then'' of Angel's deal with Sarge to take some pictures, the ``later'' of the police grilling, and the ``now'' of now--jazz up what would otherwise be the fairly predictable story of Angel's drift into a twilit world of low-fashion wars, drugs, race wars, and Nazis in the attic. Modishly amusing stuff, though Ripley's determination to jolt you early and often keeps Angel's dark descent from developing the momentum that a more gradual immersion might have created. --
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