The more I read Harris' work, the more I realise that he just might be (and I stand corrected) the father of psychological thriller. Have you ever been so scared of what's going to happen when you turn the page, you put the book down so you can catch your breath?
The Silence of the Lambs (Harris' sequel to Red Dragon) is a novel about the FBI's hunt for a serial killer, tagged 'Buffalo Bill', who murders women and harvests their skin. In the forefront of this hunt is FBI rookie, Clarice Starling - quick-witted, driven and never taking 'No' for an answer. In a race against time, and with the help of one of the most entertainingly psychotic characters I have ever encounted - Dr. Hannibal Lecter - can Starling find this murderer before he kills again?
Harris' characters are so compelling one must wonder if he himself is not a little bit deranged? The buildup that motivates the killings, the childhood trauma that warps the killer, Starling's tragic past and Hannibal's eloquence, make for a deeply enjoyable read. Harris might just have my heart!
"She found Starling in the warm laundry room, dozing against the slow rump-rump of a washing machine in the smell of bleach and soap and fabric softener. Starling had the psychology background--Mapp's was law--yet it was Mapp who knew that the washing machine's rhythm was like a great heartbeat and the rush of its waters was what the unborn hear--our last memory of peace."