There’s a broken down truck in the woods holding three men, two drunk brothers and a passed-out football has-been. By morning, the truck will be discovered in perfect working condition, and the has-been found to be dead in the drunk tank at the sheriff’s office. The Other Side of the Bay ranks among the most interesting of Dietrich’s works that I’ve yet tried, in part because of its unusual structure; it weaves back and forth between past and present, which run increasingly close together as the tale emerges, and in the world of small, rural towns, these two are not far apart: as Faulkner commented, the past is never dead; it is not even past. The continuity of this rural community is a strength and a theme of this story of two lonely men, a father and son who are heartbroken by the loss of the woman who bound their lives together. Bringing them together again is a mystery in the back woods, one that will create a further mystery when the man being held overnight doesn’t wake up in the morning. As Dietrich tells the story of Jimmy working through the mystery, attempting to figure out what happened and what the demands of justice are in this case, we experience his past, forever hovering in his mind – especially scenes of his father’s long service as the sheriff, a position Jimmy now inherits. Fans of The Incredible Winston Browne will see a precursor of that other Panhandle lawman here, as both Jimmy and his father are not merely hunters of speeders and ne’er do wells, but community fixtures, offering strength in wise counsel and steady presence rather than swaggering and boasting. It’s a strength born of suffering, as the reader shall see. Although the book deals with serious themes – loss and revenge – it also offers the comfortable escape of a small-town setting, complete with quirky characters ribbing one another even as they join together in serious work like investigating a murder. Winston Browne was a better-organized book, but I thought Dietrich’s unusual structure ultimately effective in demonstrating the living presence of the past in the South, especially its smaller towns where all are bound together by shared memories.