Red Dragon (Hannibal Lecter Series #1)

Red Dragon (Hannibal Lecter Series #1)

by Thomas Harris


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Feed your fears with this terrifying classic that introduced cannibalistic serial killer Hannibal Lecter.

FBI agent Will Graham once risked his sanity to capture Hannibal Lecter, an ingenious killer like no other. Now, he’s following the bloodstained pattern of the Tooth Fairy, a madman who’s already wiped out two families.

To find him, Graham has to understand him. To understand him, Graham has only one place left to go: the mind of Dr. Lecter.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780739429389
Publisher: Doubleday Direct
Series: Hannibal Lecter Series , #1

About the Author

Thomas Harris is a #1 New York Times bestselling author. His first novel, Black Sunday, was published in 1975, followed by a series of suspense novels featuring cannibalistic serial killer Hannibal Lecter, including Red Dragon, The Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal, and Hannibal Rising.


Sag Harbor, New York, and Miami Beach, Florida

Date of Birth:

April 11, 1940

Place of Birth:

Jackson, Tennessee


B.A., Baylor University, 1964

Read an Excerpt

Will Graham sat Crawford down at a picnic table between the house and the ocean and gave him a glass of iced tea.

Jack Crawford looked at the pleasant old house, salt-silvered wood in the clear light. "I should have caught you in Marathon when you got off work," he said. "You don't want to talk about it here."

"I don't want to talk about it anywhere, Jack. You've got to talk about it, so let's have it. Just don't get out any pictures. If you brought pictures, leave them in the briefcase.  Molly and Willy will be back soon."

"How much do you know?"

"What was in the Miami Herald and the Times," Graham said. "Two families killed in their houses a month apart. Birmingham and Atlanta. The circumstances were similar."

"Not similar. The same."

"How many confessions so far?"

"Eighty-six when I called in this afternoon," Crawford said. "Cranks. None of them knew details. He smashes the mirrors and uses the pieces. None of them knew that."

"What else did you keep out of the papers?"

"He's blond, right-handed and really strong, wears a size eleven shoe. He can tie a bowline. The prints are all smooth gloves."

"You said that in public."

"He's not too comfortable with locks," Crawford said. "Used a glass cutter and a suction cup to get in the house last time. Oh, and his blood's AB positive."

"Somebody hurt him?"

"Not that we know of. We typed him from semen and saliva. He's a secretor." Crawford looked out at the flat sea. "Will, I want to ask you something. You saw this in the papers. The second one was all over the TV. Did you ever think about giving me a call?"


"Why not?"

"There weren't many details at first on the one in Birmingham. It could have been anything—revenge, a relative."

"But after the second one, you knew what it was."

"Yeah. A psychopath. I didn't call you because I didn't want to. I know who you have already to work on this. You've got the best lab. You'd have Heimlich at Harvard, Bloom at the University of Chicago—"

"And I've got you down here fixing fucking boat motors."

"I don't think I'd be all that useful to you, Jack. I never think about it anymore."

"Really? You caught two. The last two we had, you caught."

"How? By doing the same things you and the rest of them are doing."

"That's not entirely true, Will. It's the way you think."

"I think there's been a lot of bullshit about the way I think."

"You made some jumps you never explained."

"The evidence was there," Graham said.

"Sure. Sure there was. Plenty of it—afterward. Before the collar there was so damn little we couldn't get probable cause to go in."

"You have the people you need, Jack. I don't think I'd be an improvement. I came down here to get away from that."

"I know it. You got hurt last time. Now you look all right."

"I'm all right. It's not getting cut. You've been cut."

"I've been cut, but not like that."

"It's not getting cut. I just decided to stop. I don't think I can explain it."

"If you couldn't look at it anymore, God knows I'd understand that."

"No. You know—having to look. It's always bad, but you get so you can function anyway, as long as they're dead. The hospital, interviews, that's worse. You have to shake it off and keep on thinking. I don't believe I could do it now. I could make myself look, but I'd shut down the thinking."

"These are all dead, Will," Crawford said as kindly as he could.

Jack Crawford heard the rhythm and syntax of his own speech in Graham's voice. He had heard Graham do that before, with other people. Often in intense conversation Graham took on the other person's speech patterns. At first, Crawford had thought he was doing it deliberately, that it was a gimmick to get the back-and-forth rhythm going.

Later Crawford realized that Graham did it involuntarily, that sometimes he tried to stop and couldn't.

Crawford dipped into his jacket pocket with two fingers. He flipped two photographs across the table, face up.

"All dead," he said.

Graham stared at him a moment before picking up the pictures.

They were only snapshots: A woman, followed by three children and a duck, carried picnic items up the bank of a pond. A family stood behind a cake.

After half a minute he put the photographs down again. He pushed them into a stack with his finger and looked far down the beach where the boy hunkered, examining something in the sand. The woman stood watching, hand on her hip, spent waves creaming around her ankles. She leaned inland to swing her wet hair off her shoulders.

Graham, ignoring his guest, watched Molly and the boy for as long as he had looked at the pictures.

Crawford was pleased. He kept the satisfaction out of his face with the same care he had used to choose the site of this conversation. He thought he had Graham. Let it cook.

Three remarkably ugly dogs wandered up and flopped to the ground around the table.

"My God," Crawford said.

"These are probably dogs," Graham explained. "People dump small ones here all the time. I can give away the cute ones. The rest stay around and get to be big ones."

"They're fat enough."

"Molly's a sucker for strays."

"You've got a nice life here, Will. Molly and the boy. How old is he?"


"Good-looking kid. He's going to be taller than you."

Graham nodded. "His father was. I'm lucky here. I know that."

"I wanted to bring Phyllis down here. Florida. Get a place when I retire, and stop living like a cave fish.  She says all her friends are in Arlington."

"I meant to thank her for the books she brought me in the hospital, but I never did. Tell her for me."

"I'll tell her."

Two small bright birds lit on the table, hoping to find jelly. Crawford watched them hop around until they flew away.

"Will, this freak seems to be in phase with the moon. He killed the Jacobis in Birmingham on Saturday night, June 28, full moon. He killed the Leeds family in Atlanta night before last, July 26. That's one day short of a lunar month. So if we're lucky we may have a little over three weeks before he does it again.

"I don't think you want to wait here in the Keys and read about the next one in your Miami Herald. Hell, I'm not the pope, I'm not saying what you ought to do, but I want to ask you, do you respect my judgment, Will?"


"I think we have a better chance to get him fast if you help. Hell, Will, saddle up and help us. Go to Atlanta and Birmingham and look, then come on to Washington. Just TDY."

Graham did not reply.

Crawford waited while five waves lapped the beach. Then he got up and slung his suit coat over his shoulder. "Let's talk after dinner."

"Stay and eat."

Crawford shook his head. "I'll come back later. There'll be messages at the Holiday Inn and I'll be a while on the phone. Tell Molly thanks, though."

Crawford's rented car raised thin dust that settled on the bushes beside the shell road.

Graham returned to the table. He was afraid that this was how he would remember the end of Sugarloaf Key—ice melting in two tea glasses and paper napkins fluttering off the redwood table in the breeze and Molly and Willy far down the beach.

Sunset on Sugarloaf, the herons still and the red sun swelling.

Will Graham and Molly Foster Graham sat on a bleached drift log, their faces orange in the sunset, backs in violet shadow. She picked up his hand.

"Crawford stopped by to see me at the shop before he came out here," she said. "He asked directions to the house. I tried to call you. You really ought to answer the phone once in a while. We saw the car when we got home and went around to the beach."

"What else did he ask you?"

"How you are."

"And you said?"

"I said you're fine and he should leave you the hell alone. What does he want you to do?"

"Look at evidence. I'm a forensic specialist, Molly. You've seen my diploma."

"You mended a crack in the ceiling paper with your diploma, I saw that." She straddled the log to face him. "If you missed your other life, what you used to do, I think you'd talk about it. You never do. You're open and calm and easy now . . . I love that."

"We have a good time, don't we?"

Her single styptic blink told him he should have said something better. Before he could fix it, she went on.

"What you did for Crawford was bad for you. He has a lot of other people—the whole damn government I guess—why can't he leave us alone?"

"Didn't Crawford tell you that? He was my supervisor the two times I left the FBI Academy to go back to the field. Those two cases were the only ones like this he ever had, and Jack's been working a long time. Now he's got a new one. This kind of psychopath is very rare. He knows I've had . . . experience."

"Yes, you have," Molly said. His shirt was unbuttoned and she could see the looping scar across his stomach.  It was finger width and raised, and it never tanned. It ran down from his left hipbone and turned up to notch his rib cage on the other side.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter did that with a linoleum knife. It happened a year before Molly met Graham, and it very nearly killed him.  Dr. Lecter, known in the tabloids as "Hannibal the Cannibal," was the second psychopath Graham had caught.

When he finally got out of the hospital, Graham resigned from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, left Washington and found a job as a diesel mechanic in the boatyard at Marathon in the Florida Keys. It was a trade he grew up with. He slept in a trailer at the boatyard until Molly and her good ramshackle house on Sugarloaf Key.

Now he straddled the drift log and held both her hands. Her feet burrowed under his.

"All right, Molly. Crawford thinks I have a knack for the monsters. It's like a superstition with him."

"Do you believe it?"

Graham watched three pelicans fly in line across the tidal flats. "Molly, an intelligent psychopath—particularly a sadist—is hard to catch for several reasons. First, there's no traceable motive. So you can't go that way. And most of the time you won't have any help from informants. See, there's a lot more stooling than sleuthing behind most arrests, but in a case like this there won't be any informants. He may not even know that he's doing it. So you have to take whatever evidence you have and extrapolate. You try to reconstruct his thinking. You try to find patterns."

"And follow him and find him," Molly said. "I'm afraid if you go after this maniac, or whatever he is—I'm afraid he'll do you like the last one did. That's it. That's what scares me."

"He'll never see me or know my name, Molly. The police, they'll have to take him down if they can find him, not me. Crawford just wants another point of view."

She watched the red sun spread over the sea. High cirrus glowed above it.

Graham loved the way she turned her head, artessly giving him her less perfect profile. He could see the pulse in her throat, and remembered suddenly and completely the taste of salt on her skin.  He swallowed and said, "What the hell can I do?"

"What you've already decided. If you stay here and there's more killing, maybe it would sour this place for you. High Noon and all that crap. If it's that way, you weren't really asking."

"If I were asking, what would you say?"

"Stay here with me. Me. Me. Me. And Willy, I'd drag him in if it would do any good. I'm supposed to dry my eyes and wave my hanky. If things don't go so well, I have the satisfaction that you did the right thing. That'll last about as long as taps. Then I can go home and switch one side of the blanket on."

"I'd be at the back of the pack."

"Never in your life. I'm selfish, huh?"

"I don't care."

"Neither do I. It's keen and sweet here. All the things that happen to you before make you know it. Value it, I mean."

He nodded.

"Don't want to lose it either way," she said.

"Nope. We won't, either."

Darkness fell quickly and Jupiter appeared, low in the southwest.

They walked back to the house beside the rising gibbous moon. Far out past the tidal flats, bait fish leaped for their lives.

Crawford came back after dinner. He had taken off his coat and tie and rolled up his sleeves for the casual effect. Molly thought Crawford's thick pale forearms were repulsive. To her he looked like a damnably wise ape. She served him coffee under the porch fan and sat with him while Graham and Willy went out to feed the dogs. She said nothing. Moths batted softly at the screens.

"He looks good, Molly," Crawford said. "You both do—skinny and brown."

"Whatever I say, you'll take him anyway, won't you?"

"Yeah. I have to. I have to do it. But I swear to God, Molly, I'll make it as easy on him as I can. He's changed. It's great you got married."

"He's better and better. He doesn't dream so often now. He was really obsessed with the dogs for a while. Now he just takes care of them; he doesn't talk about them all the time. You're his friend, Jack. Why can't you leave him alone?"

"Because it's his bad luck to be the best. Because he doesn't think like other people. Somehow he never got in a rut."

"He thinks you want him to look at evidence."

"I do want him to look at evidence. There's nobody better with evidence. But he has the other thing too. Imagination, projection, whatever. He doesn't like that part of it."

"You wouldn't like it either if you had it. Promise me something, Jack. Promise me you'll see to it he doesn't get too close. I think it would kill him to have to fight."

"He won't have to fight. I can promise you that."

When Graham finished with the dogs, Molly helped him pack.

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ChesterfieldWatts More than 1 year ago
This is the true masterpiece of an author more well-known for a different book. I read "Red Dragon" before reading "Silence of the Lambs" or seeing any of the movies. I could not put it down, and it kept me on the edge of my seat. When I saw the movies, I was disappointed by the way they failed to capture the suspense Thomas Harris creates in the book. The characters are richly developed, and Harris makes it very easy to empathize with the characters. Whether you have seen the movies or not, this is a great read. The writing is masterful, and the characters are richer and more developed than in "Silence of the Lambs." A great book for those looking for a suspenseful read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Thomas Harris has been one of those pleasant suprises for me. I only read 'Red Dragon' because my wife was busy reading and praising 'Hannibal'and I am not a patient man. The central plot of the book involves two FBI types, Jack Crawford (of 'Silence of the Lambs') and Will Graham ( a retired civilian specialist with a knack for catching serial killers)chasing one Francis Dolarhyde, a bonafide twisted soul who kills families. The narrative prose is elegant, effortless and exciting and presents the case and the chase in a style so smooth and transparent that Harris hardly ever gets in the way of his own writing. I have always liked this ability in a storyteller. But more importantly, Harris has a remarkable gift for writing deeply in and out of the characters' souls while weaving the unfolding arc of the story in a revealing way about their formative histories. It's easy to write about events, but much harder to create psycho-biography which engages and holds the reader. This is Harris' true gift. He begets utterly 'knowable' characters. One is left exhausted and sad at the end, but with a sense of not having been cheated by the effort of reading because we know the killer so well. We even...dare I say it...understand him and why he is such a brutally disfigured personality. That's refreshing. (Did I really say refreshing?) I will look forward to 'Hannibal' and all subsequent Harris works with enthusiasm.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The thing about this novel was it was by far better than the movie. But the thing is that you should really read the book before watching the movie. When i read the book after seeing the movie i was dissapointed as to how the plot moved a tad slowly and seemed to drag on. It was certainly enthralling though and a great read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have always wanted to read Thomas Harris, but never got around to it until recently. Well, I am a foolish woman. I finished "Red Dragon" in record time. To be honest, it didn't grab me right away; when I started reading I almost put it down a couple of times. But once I got the flow of the narrative and a feel for the author's style I was hooked. I'm in the middle of "Silence of the Lambs" now and mentally smacking myself for waiting so long to get into this series (no pleasure, no rapture greater than discovering a good book, except perhaps knowing an equally good book will follow). If you're like me, indecisive, hemming and hawing over whether or not to begin, just take the plunge.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thomas Harris is not a very good author, however, this is one hell of a story! I literally couldn't put it down.
Ignite_the_Night More than 1 year ago
It's a shame after two tries that Hollywood can't get a movie right. I used to be a hardcore horror fan...this is the only book that ever gave me nightmares. I highly recommend this one!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is my favorite book. I have read it many times and have seen the new movie 3 times. (Twice on opening day!) But this one was by far the best of the three books. I enjoyed the first look at Hannibal Lector and watching him evolve. The suspense was great! I love this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I had heard great things about The Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal, and being not allowed to see the movies, read the books first. This one was ok. Not very much suspense, it wasn't even scary. The Silence of the Lambs was a much better book. Kind of creepy, one of the few books that I only read in 2 days. Overall, it was ok, not great.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. Had me wanting more 'cause I found it so interesting. I could visualize every scene in the book as though I were shooting the movie in my head. In truth a couple chapters probably could have been shortened or left out. We know how Dolarhyde was disfigured so why go into it so much? One chapter on his history would have been enough. The last chapter really got me when The Dragon shows up at Graham's home and attacks him. Never saw it comin'. Clever plot and very interesting dialogue and characterization make this a worthy read. I was a tad disappointed Lecter didn't get much page time but oh well he makes up for it in Silence and Hannibal.
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Kept me scared throughout the whole book. As I turned the pages every time the dog barked I would jump.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So much better than the movie. So glad i picked up the series. Hannibal Lecter was my first "real" villain. Smart like the Riddler but not a cartoon. He was 100% possible in the real world... So is the dragon
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Djupstrom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Red Dragon is a first-rate suspense thriller! I could not put the book down...literally...I read it in one sitting. What a great new voice in the psychological thriller!!
es135 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Thomas Harris has introduced audiences to, perhaps, the best serial killer of all time. Hannibal Lecter is a creepy psychotic killer that will get under your skin from the start. I found it interesting that he was used as an almost partner in catching the main killer, the Dragon. Both killers seem original, and it is this dark, gothic story that will have readers craving more.
schatzi on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
** spoiler alert ** I've loved the movie version for years, so I finally decided to read the book.The book is somewhat different from the movie. I think that Dolarhyde is more sympathetic in the book at times, but at times he's less sympathetic too. There's a lot more detail about his past, and I find myself pitying him more than I did in the movie. However, his interactions with Reba were rather creepy in the book. She knows exactly who he is when he's about to kill her, which is different from the movie. She also tries to escape in the book (good for her), but is quickly tracked down by Dolarhyde.The biggest change for me was Will. I still enjoy his character, but I feel a lot sorrier for him in the book. The downfall of his marriage is particularly sad, but ultimately more realistic than the rather "feel good" ending of the movie. It makes sense that he and his wife would drift apart because of his work and her return to Oregon. Dolarhyde's disfiguring of Will's face also seems more realistic to me. Will's psychology moves in the movie just didn't seem like they'd work.Overall, I think that I like the movie slightly more, just because I'm shallow and love the actors playing the roles.
Move_and_Merge on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A William Blake painting fuels a killing spree and Dr. Lecter makes his debut. You could choose far worse books to curl up with for some trashy reading time. Surprisingly well written, with decently woven themes inspired by Blake's "Songs of Innocence and Experience."
sturlington on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
meggyweg on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I actually liked this better than Thomas Harris's other Hannibal Lecter books -- though Silence of the Lambs was excellent also. I really got a sympathetic feeling for both Francis Dolarhyde and Will Graham. Oh, and the movie was good too.
PaperbackPirate on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is the prequel to The Silence of the Lambs, but alas, it is not the story of Hannibal Lecter as I thought it would be. However, he does have a small role in the story. Mostly it's about the detective who captured Dr. Lecter, and his plight as he tries to figure out who the Red Dragon is and how he chooses the families he's going to slay.If you like a gruesome mystery, I highly recommend it.
Larkken on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book more when it was Silence of the Lambs. The two novels are very similar in many ways, but Red Dragon feels like a book that was written after SotL's success in that everything is much more pronounced. The crimes are possibly more heinous, the descriptions of the psychopath longer and more gruesome, the interaction of law personnel with the case, especially that of the protagonist, more stark and hopeless. I felt like the two books were written with the same "winning formula" approach, and more enjoyed the more toned-down version in SotL and its increased involvement with Hannibal Lector.
KLmesoftly on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is marginally better than Harris' Silence of the Lambs, but only just. This is an author who writes prose like he's formulating a screenplay--which just doesn't work out in a medium like the novel. I couldn't become attached to any of his characters, and it was a struggle towards the end, forcing myself to slog through chapters just so I could cross the book off my list. Skip Harris' novels. The movies are great, but he's just not cut out to write prose.
fothpaul on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Gosh! I read this in about a week, which is quite quick for me at the moment. Kept going through phases where I couldn't put it down at night. This led to some late nights. Very enjoyable read with an engaging story. I didn't find it too frightening although some bits were a bit disturbing. Enjoyed the characters of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter as well as the back story of the Red Dragon/Tooth Fairy. Will probably read some more of Harris based on this book.
pahoota on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The book started off outstandingly. Rarely do I find a book that I cannot put down and this was one. Unfortunately I found the ending illogical and straight out of a Z-grade slasher film. I felt as if Harris submitted a great draft and his editor kicked it back, telling him to slap on an ending that would make it more appealing to Hollywood Studios. I'm not saying that happened, just an impression. Ironic hw another review said the "Manhunter " movie had a better ending... now I'm fascinated to see that flick!Overall, I would recommend Red Dragon; it really is a great Howcatchum story and perhaps others will enjoy the ending more than I did.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story is compelling and fast moving. A great read even if you have seen the movie.