A gripping, pacily written peek into a lost world

Robbie Millen, The Times, Books of the Year

A remarkable new look at the Rillington Place murders . . . In a manner reminiscent of Hallie Rubenhold in The Five: The Untold Lives of the Women Killed by Jack the Ripper, Summerscale restores the dignity of Christie's victims . . . In portraying the public hunger for sensationalism, or chronicling the race riots in Notting Hill in 1958, the author draws no explicit parallels with the present day. She trusts that her readers will make their own conclusions, and her work is the more powerful for it. I hope she will forgive me if I say that – in the best sense – this is an awful book: but its shocking truths are necessary ones

Erica Wagner, Financial Times

Summons up a murky London underworld . . . The Peepshow examines the macabre saga with tremendous skill and verve

The Times

An inspired storyteller . . . Summerscale's greatest achievement is to empathize with the victims of Christie's violence. In the 'true crime' genre there is a tendency to focus on the monstrous criminal, leaving his victims to fade into the background. The author resists this temptation, revealing the complex characters of the women who were murdered . . . A meticulously researched and lively tale of crime, journalism and gender roles in postwar Britain

Joanna Bourke, TLS

The Peepshow: The Murders at 10 Rillington Place is Kate Summerscale's most affecting historical true crime since The Suspicions of Mr Whicher . . . She pieces together Christie in the way you might try to repair a smashed mirror: no matter how well the pieces seem to fit, the overall impression is that of disturbingly multifarious personality who seemed, while on trial, “a bemused spectator of his own atrocities” . . . All told, it's a masterful piece of work

Declan Burke, Irish Times

Every bit the gripping, page-turning treat that true crime fanatics salivate for. What sets it apart is the author's decision to use this classic murder story to expose the rotten underside of post-war Britain in the early 1950s. She paints a backdrop of grime and squalor, of flickering gas lamps, toxic smogs and bombed-out dereliction, bringing to the fore a society that routinely demeaned women and eroticised violence against them, particularly through a flourishing tabloid press

Mark Bostridge, Spectator