This … this is a return to form for the Ripley series. Coming out of a fairly weak sequel, the third book in this series – Ripley’s Game - is utterly outstanding. I don’t know whether my expectations were just a little bit low from Ripley Under Ground when compared to the first one, but this … Ripley’s Game reminds me how very much I love this character and how damn tense and enjoyable the first novel was.
Having just finished Ripley’s Game I feel my mind is everywhere, wanting to say everything. I feel almost like a schoolgirl talking to another schoolgirl about their schoolyard crushes. The fact that I can feel like this about a novel is oh so lovely. Highsmith, Highsmith, Highsmith you beautiful woman, help me write a competent review, here.
So we start off about six months after the Derwatt fiasco of the second book. Ripley is kind of out of the game (the blurb makes me think of Ripley as like a middle-aged man, grey hair, tweed jackets etc.) for a while, lying low. The problem is, with lying low, our loveable sociopath gets pretty damn bored. It’s almost as if all the killing and mayhem gives Tom’s life worth. So Tom Reeply is bored, and a shady fence named Reeves wants him to offer up some kind of hitman to plug two Mafia guys interfering with his operations in Hamburg.
Cut to Jonathan Trevanny. And speaking of cut, that’s an integral part of this book. Highsmith evidently wanted to switch things up and so quite lucidly switches between Jonathan and Ripley every other chapter or … whenever the hell she feels like it. Now you might think this won’t really work, or it will be too messy like I did initially, but this technique works rather remarkably. Highsmith knows what she’s doing here and you can really see this with the way she executes and seamlessly blends and makes us care for both Ripley (who we already do) and Jonathan.
In fact, this novel – Ripley’s Game – could very well pass off as an original property, focusing on the exploits of Jonathan. That could work, honestly, that’s how much I cared about this character, and how much Highsmith makes us care. I’d say we spend more time with Jonathan than we do Ripley. Both are main protagonists, really, but I feel Jonathan is the spiritual protagonist. As I said, we already care for Ripley, so Jonathan gets a lot of time to shine.
And it’s not like Ripley has nothing to do with the story. He is quite central here, as well. In short, Ripley meets Jonathan Trevanny at a party and Trevanny gives him a sneer, having heard the various seedy exploits with Dickie Greenleaf and so on. And, because Ripley is bored and because he also doesn’t like sneers, Ripley offers Trevanny’s name up as hitman to Reeves. Now, this is really my only problem in the whole book. Tom informs Reeves that Trevanny is terminal and so might make a good candidate for the job. He’ll make some hard cash and – moral gripes be damned – he dies anyway, his family gets the cash.
Thing is, I don’t understand how Tom initially knows this. Tom tells a friend of Jonathan’s (Gauthier) so the friend will spread it around and start Trevanny’s mortality clock, so Reeves can jump in and offer the deal. But how does Tom know? Maybe I missed something, but that’s my only main gripe with the novel.
After this set up, the ball rolls and doesn’t ever stop until the end. It takes a little bit of trickery and incentive (getting Jonathan to go to Germany to see doctors at the expense of Reeves) but Jonathan eventually succumbs to the dark side. This is Ripley’s Game. I won’t spoil everything that happens but I can safely say it’s as thrilling if not more so than the first Talented Mr Ripley. There’s a moment on the train which just blew my mind, and I had a grin ear to ear. I was not expecting it at all and it made me simply light up. Once again, Highsmith takes her characters to the sheer depths and heights of human emotion and doesn’t stop the cavalcade of intensity until the last page.
There’s never a moment where you feel the steam start pulling off. That’s not to say there’s always action, just that Highsmith holds your interest in this really visceral way where you can almost feel the characters and their pain. Pacing wise Ripley’s Game is nothing short of spot on and a remarkable step up from the sometimes-drudgery of Ripley Under Ground.
Because Jonathan is terminal, there’s a lot in this novel about death and the meaninglessness of life and so on and so on. And all this is handled not just excellently for the story, but realistically, handled in a way that’s applicable to real life. Sure, this is just fiction, but the thing about Ripley’s Game and a large amount of this specific type of fiction and almost all of Highsmith’s novels is that they transcend fiction, they kind of rise above the well-done prose and intense storytelling, there’s almost something more to it.
I’m rambling. Am I rambling? But, a truly great read. If you haven’t touched this series yet, firstly why are you reading this and, secondly, why haven’t you?
I like how despite Tom just trying to lie low he is physically incapable of doing so, and because he can’t really get any deeper in the mud is now dragging innocent people along with him. Objectively, this novel is wrong and the main character a vile man. And while the latter is true, and at the very end I can’t help but laugh as Tom continues to delude himself into thinking he’s not that bad a person, I continue to love this guy.
I’d say Tom Ripley is one of the greatest anti-heroes I’ve ever read. He’s so vile and horrible and he has everything, this should make you want to loathe him and despise him, but you just can’t the way Highsmith writes and depicts him, it’s just too much fun watching him succeed. Props also to Ripley’s Game for breaking up the formula of the last two novels in a unique way.
It almost felt like Jonathan was Ripley’s protégée in a way, and that was really strange considering Ripley always works alone. This is even brought up as Tom talks to himself and mentally has trouble thinking of his next course of action with Trevanny in the room.
I can’t help but wonder when Tom will get caught, though. Because he is so damn lucky in each novel and the tension is so high in this and the other two. Tom is almost just avoiding certain death or imprisonment by a mere molecule.
So, terrific prose, a very well paced – um – pace, realistic characters that I cared for and a looming philosophic doom. What more can I ask for in a novel?
And now, because why not, I leave this review with one of my favourite bits in Ripley’s Game and in my mind the greatest depiction of dying I probably will ever read.
Enjoy:
Jonathan heard voices, but he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move, not even a finger. He had a grey vision of a sea running out – somewhere on an English coast – sinking, collapsing. He was already far away from Simone, whose breast he leaned against – or so he thought. But Tom was alive. Tom was driving the car, Jonathan thought, like God himself. Somewhere there had been a bullet, which somehow no longer mattered. This was death now, which he had tried to face before and yet had not faced, tried to prepare and yet hadn’t been able to. There was no preparation possible, it was merely a surrender, after all. And what he had done, misdone, accomplished, striven for – all seemed absurdity.