A solid atmospheric tale about the psychological effects on an older couple running a boarding house in era of the Rippers crimes.
They have fallen on hard times when a new lodger appears on their doorstep as if he were a godsend. Peculiar though he may seem, they welcome him and his much needed money.
But the bliss at having stayed off financial problems is short lived as their lodger's strange habits and behaviours are cause for suspicion when they consistently seem to occur at the same time as the gruesome crimes of the so called Avenger...

For a modern audience the pace might seem a bit slow, but nothing in this story is out of place or there just to draw things out. Highly recommendable

Excelente. La novela te sumerge en un ambiente de suspense y misterio en el londres victoriano. Uno de los mejores libros que he leído.

Mengisahkan peristiwa kelam Inggris saat masa tenar Jack the Ripper dalam bentuk fiksi, diceritakan dari sudut pandang Ellen Bunting seorang pemilik rumah sekaligus penginapan tempat pembunuh tersebut bernaung selama menjalani aksi mengerikannya...

Ditulis awal 1900-an jd cukup readeable dan mudah mengalir bgtu saja, saat membaca blurb aku pikir bakal lebih mencekam terutama dibagian pembunuhannya, tp tidak ada pembunuhan sama sekali di novel ini, lebih menceritakan pergolakan batin Ellen Bunting saat mulai menyadari siapa penyewa kamarnya yg walaupun eksentrik, selalu bersikap ramah dan lemah lembut ini.

Walaupun tdk dijelasin secara detail dan cuma bersetting dirumah tp cukup memunculkan perasaan takut saat baca bagian tertentu, apalagi klo baca pas malem, buat hatiku naik turun juga pas ngira bakal ada sesuatu yg buruk tapi ternyata ga terjadi apa-apa, bisa dibilang antiklimatis sih tp aku cukup enjoy bacanya.

Slow paced dan tdk banyak aksi, lebih ke kehidupan rumah tangga sehari hari, hubungan keluarga, dan banyak inner monolog, cocok buat yg suka psychological thriller, a nice light read.

Dari segi ke-estetisan tampak luarnya walaupun covernya gak menarik tp malah menambahkan kesan tua dan misteriusnya, font halaman awalnya juga menambah nuansa tersebut dengan ejaan cursive dan border gaya Victorianya. Dalam segi kepenulisan juga cukup baik, dapat merubah old inggris yg cukup rumit karna ada aksen pedesaan yg You jadi Ye etc, jd runutan kalimat yg enak dibaca dan gak ngilangin hawa mencekamnya, walaupun ya ada satu dua konteks yg beda sm originalnya dan diakhir akhir mulai naik jumlah yg missed, tp secara keseluruhan masih okelah, aku cukup suka, tipe yg walaupun kecil kemungkinan reread tp gak bakal aku jual/priluvin hehe.

This book would not be for everyone, because it’s as much about a marriage under tension as it is the suspenseful tale of a serial killer in pre-WWI London. Robert and Ellen Bunting are a couple of a certain age who have spent their lives “in service” to a series of high-born families. They managed to put aside enough money to live in their own little London townhouse, but positions have dried up and they’ve hit hard times. They are down to their last few shillings when Mr. Sleuth knocks on their door, responding to a card listing “Rooms to Let.” “The Lodger” gradually takes over their domestic life, first happily as Ellen finds a new purpose in caring for their eccentric tenant, and then miserably as it dawns on both of them what Mr. Sleuth may be up to on his 2 am walks. This story is all psychological suspense, as the two weigh their tendency toward loyalty and service against their duty to society. It’s a fascinating social tension, once you stop waiting for some dramatic climax. I would definitely try another of Lowndes’ books for her social and psychological observation.

The psychological tension between the fear of crushing poverty and guilt of harbouring a (suspected) murderer were interesting. However, I felt that the story would be better served if it were shorter, as the overall tension was diminished by the repetitiveness.

Also be carefull looking through the pictures on the Jack the Ripper Wikipedia. Not easy viewing.

No es de extrañar que Alfred Hitchcock eligiese esta novela para una de sus primeras películas (NOTA: localizar una copia aunque sea muda). Si hay algo que rezuma es esa inquietud y agonía psicológica que perraca la obra de don Alfredo. Un terror leve, insidioso y creciente que pudre todo lo que toca. Una buena suerte que poco a poco se va convirtiendo en una condena. Este libro tiene las mismas vibraciones que Cary Grant subiendo un vaso de leche por la escalera oscura de Manderley bajo la atenta mirada de la Señora Danvers que está recogiendo unos periquitos disecados al joven Norman Bates.
Por lo demás, para el ocupado lector moderno, el pausado ritmo y el anticlimático final puede hacerle perder algunos puntos, aunque los recupera rapidamente cuando notamos la cobardía moral de los protagonistas, atrapados en el rígido mundo victoriano e incapaces de afrontar las consecuencias de obrar correctamente.
Gran narración en el audiolibro.

A deadly dilemma...

Mr and Mrs Bunting are becoming desperate. Having left domestic service to run their own lodging house, they've had a run of bad luck and are now down to their last few shillings with no way to earn more unless they can find a lodger for their empty rooms. So when a gentleman turns up at their door offering to pay a month's rent in advance, they are so relieved they overlook the odd facts that Mr Sleuth has no luggage and asks them not to take up references. He seems a kindly, quiet gentleman, if a little eccentric, and the Buntings are happy to meet his occasionally odd requests. Meantime, London is agog over a series of horrific murders, all of drunken women. The murderer leaves his calling card on the bodies – a triangular slip of paper pinned to their clothes with the words “The Avenger” written on it...

Well, what a little gem this one turned out to be! Written in 1913, it's clearly inspired by the Jack the Ripper murders but with enough changes to make it an original story in its own right. It's the perspective that makes it so unique – the Buntings are just an ordinary respectable little family struggling to keep their heads above water, who suddenly find themselves wondering if their lodger could possibly be living a double life as The Avenger. Lowndes does a brilliant job of keeping that question open right up to the end – I honestly couldn't decide. Like the Buntings, I felt that though his behaviour was deeply suspicious, it was still possible that he was simply what he seemed – an eccentric but harmless loner. With the constant hysteria being whipped up by the newspapers, were the Buntings (and I) reading things into his perfectly innocent actions? Of course, I won't tell you the answer to that!

The book isn't simply a question of whether Mr Sleuth is The Avenger or not, though. What Lowndes does so well is show the dilemma in which Mrs Bunting in particular finds herself. It's not long before she begins to suspect her lodger – his strange habit of taking occasional nocturnal walks, his reading aloud from the Bible when he's in his room alone, always the passages that are less than complimentary about women, the exceptionally weird and suspicious fact that he's a teetotal vegetarian (I've always been dubious myself about people who don't like bacon sandwiches...), the mysterious bag that he keeps carefully locked away from prying eyes. And then there are the “experiments” he conducts on the gas stove in his room, usually when he's just come back from one of his little walks...

Mrs Bunting returned to the kitchen. Again she lighted the stove; but she felt unnerved, afraid of she knew not what. As she was cooking the cheese, she tried to concentrate her mind on what she was doing, and on the whole she succeeded. But another part of her mind seemed to be working independently, asking her insistent questions.
The place seemed to her alive with alien presences, and once she caught herself listening – which was absurd, for, of course, she could not hope to hear what Mr Sleuth was doing two, if not three, flights upstairs. She wondered in what the lodger's experiments consisted. It was odd that she had never been able to discover what it was he really did with that big gas-stove. All she knew was that he used a very high degree of heat.

But, on the other hand, there's nothing definite to say he's the killer, and Mrs Bunting rather likes him, and feels sorry for him since he seems so vulnerable somehow. And, just as importantly, the Buntings rely totally on the rent he pays. Lowndes starts the book with a description of the extreme worry and stress the Buntings have been under over money, which makes their reluctance to report their suspicions so much more understandable. For what if they go to the police, and it turns out he's innocent? He'll leave, of course, and what will they do then? But what if he's guilty and they do nothing – does that make them guilty too? It really is brilliantly done – great characterisation and totally credible psychologically.

The other aspect Lowndes looks at is the role of the newspapers in whipping up a panic (perhaps not undeservedly in this instance), printing lurid details of the horrific murders, and giving out little bits of dodgy information as if they are facts. The Buntings have a young friend, Joe, who's on the police force, so they get access to more of the truth, though the police are thoroughly baffled. As the murders mount up, so does the tension, and we see both of the Buntings becoming more and more obsessed with reading every detail of the case, desperately hoping for something that will prove their suspicions wrong.

The story is dark and sinisterly creepy but the gore is all left to the imagination, and the tone is lightened in places by a nice little romance between Joe and Mr Bunting's daughter, Daisy. It's very well written and Lowndes, like so many writers of that era, has made great use of the notorious London fogs to provide cover for dark and dastardly deeds. One where I really did spend the entire time wondering what I would have done, and fearing for the poor Buntings – no wonder Hitchcock used this as the basis for his first big success back in the silent movie era. But will the movie live up to the book? I'll find out soon...

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A decent little page turner. I'd imagine this must have been rather shocking when first published. Does the job very nicely.