I have a morbid fascination with Jack the Ripper. Movies and books on the subject are intriguing but I tend to keep my fascination on the lighter side, if that’s possible. I enjoy the mystery and horror of it, but I don’t memorize the details or pour over pictures and documents for clues, so while I’m interested in Jack the Ripper, I am certainly no scholar. My gory curiosity drew me to Whispers in the Wind: The Search for Jack the Ripper by Del Garrett.
Whispers in the Wind is another fictional take on what happened in those darkened alleys of Whitechapel, London. The story follows Chief Inspector Diggins of Scotland Yard as he becomes increasingly obsessed with solving the gruesome murders of at least five prostitutes. Chief Inspector Diggins is a month away from retirement and spends his days drinking away the sorrow of his wife’s death; he is a wonderfully noir hero.
The characters are interesting, the plot twisting and the events intriguing. Mr. Garrett weaves popular theories into his winding tale, including the royal conspiracies and an appearance by the artist Walter Sickert, at the same time throwing in a thrillingly macabre plot line of his own. However, I was easily distracted. There was no set point of view and voice of the story changed throughout, which continually pushed me out of the story.


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