This book is difficult to describe. Apparently it was written around the turn of the 1900's by a man who actually got to read some of Cunning Murrell's papers, but it's fiction too, fiction with some fact.
At first I was bored to tears with only the well written accent of the speakers to entertain me, but then it grew on me. It's like a little slice of life in the mid 1800's in small town southern England.
Cunning Murrell is either the bases for other knowledge of Cunningfolk or he's a typical specimen, difficult to know.
The story is well written and lyrical, enjoyable in a soothing way, till the end where it started to verge on being a 'thriller'. It could have been longer with more in depth character building, but that really wasn't the point, it's just a window into the past. I'd recommend it, but don't expect a lot of information, just an enjoyable story.