High, Low, and In-Between, indeed. I went and waited too long to review this forgotten Southern Gothic majesty. Smoke my cigarettes—sure to be in my year-end Top 10.
Having failed my own mnemonic rubric for these reviews being functional timestamps for me to tap into down the line, I can only offer you this: if you can find a more morally ambiguous book this 2026, I’ll pay for your copy of this reading. It’s a rare ability to write so much wrong without framing it in the too-easy fiction lab of moral arbitrage.
Just an amazingly slippery, Southern sonofabitch. Oh, last: the South will NEVER rise again; a yankee laid him in his grave. “I’m a thief and I dig it!” spake our current resident president carny. Remember us for our (Grateful) dead?
This is a book published 56 years ago. Hard to describe. It is a sad book about hate, and the desire to keep a segment of the population down. The animosity between the races seems to still exist to some degree and is fed by politicians and the news media. The story about the author is also very sad.
A realistic narrative of racial crisis set in a small southern town. The town of Somerton, Tennessee comes to a boiling point when George Gordon Lord Byron Jones, an undertaker and Somerton's richest man asked for something that Negroes in Somerton don't get: a divorce, a real divorce, in court. Lord Byron's wife Emma is a stubborn, insatiable slut. The already dubious reputation of a white policeman is involved and what follows enmeshes the reader into the time and place of the South during the early 1960's.
Read this book a long time ago while at university. It was very impactful then because of the charged situation. Will Have to read again but I do remember that I was very impressed with it.