
Press Reviews
- The Times
Highsmith probes to the very core of her heroine with a controlled ferocity and single-mindedness that illuminates every page of her novel. It is a masterly book, a haunting book, a book that lingers long in the memory and constantly disturbs and delights
- New Yorker
A work of extraordinary force and feeling . . . her strongest, her most imaginative and by far her most substantial novel
A. N. Wilson
TelegraphEdith's Diary is certainly one of the saddest novels I ever read, but it is also one of the mere twenty or so that I would say were perfect, unimprovable masterpieces
New York Times
Edith's fall takes the form of a psychological chiller, but there is also something larger, the poignancy of her struggle not to go under. She is betrayed by such ordinary dreams
Auberon Waugh
Evening StandardAs original, as funny, as cleverly written and as moving as any novel I have read since I started reviewing
- Kirkus Reviews
Moral speculations surface about the respective responsibilities of the uncaring and the unloved, tenterhooks cushioned with an enveloping intimacy of character and place
- The New Yorker
Highsmith's novels are peerlessly disturbing ....bad dreams that keep us thrashing for the rest of the night
- New York Times
Edith's fall takes the form of a psychological chiller, but there is also something larger, the poignancy of her struggle not to go under. She is betrayed by such ordinary dreams
The Times
The TimesHighsmith probes to the very core of her heroine with a controlled ferocity and single-mindedness that illumines every page of her novel. It is a masterly book, a haunting book, a book that lingers long in the memory and constantly disturbs and delights.
New Yorker
New YorkerA work of extraordinary force and feeling . . . her strongest, her most imaginative and by far her most substantial novel
Auberon Waugh
The Evening StandardAs original, as funny, as cleverly written and as moving as any novel I have read since I started reviewing
A.N Wilson
Daily TelegraphEdith's Diary is certainly one of the saddest novels I ever read, but it is also one of the mere twenty or so that I would say were perfect, unimprovable masterpieces