Almost unputdownable. Miss Highsmith writes about men like a spider writing about flies.
My suspicion is that when the dust has settled and when the chronicle of 20th-century American literature comes to be written, history will place Highsmith at the top of the pyramid, as we should place Dostoevsky at the top of the Russian hierarchy of novelists
Highsmith's novels are peerlessly disturbing ....bad dreams that keep us thrashing for the rest of the night
One of the greatest modernist writers