At thirty, Helen Clarvoe is alone, her only visitors are the staff at the hotel where she lives, and her only phone calls come from a stranger. A stranger whose quiet, compelling voice lures the aloof and financially secure Miss Clarvoe into a world of extortion, pornography, vengeance, madness and murder.
This is a wonderful thriller and reading it I understand why its including in 'top 100' type lists. This is so dark it makes Patricia Highsmith's writing look like P G Wodehouse.
When I say there's not a nice character in the book it's not quite true, just 99.9% are wonderfully flawed humans.
This is great. Margaret Miller was a Canadian who was the wife of Kenneth Miller, who wrote under the name Ross MacDonald and he was very very useful but for going dark places Miller wins with daylight second.
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