This is a kind of weird book. It's like it wants to grow up to be a coffee-table book. It's oversized, glossy paper, and full of photographs, but the photographs are either the same double-handful of photographs you get in every Ripper book (and bad reproductions, too) or photographs of Whitechapel as it is now, which are all kind of small and cramped. And then there's the one photo with the girl posed as a chestnut seller Jack the Ripper allegedly spoke to, where she's all young and smooth-skinned and lovely and as a reader I am all WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT OVER. So a coffee-table book where the budget got slashed mid-project? I don't know. Trow's style is breezy and sensationalist, and his research is sloppy, but on the other hand, he has a lovely, common-sense attitude toward the various sources/theories about the Ripper's identity and assesses them realistically.