An exhausting read, completed for a Let's Talk About It conversation to occur in New Bern on September 12, 2011. There is a 250-page novel somewhere inside these 500+ pages, and it is a sorry thing that Malone did not cut the excess, the smartass dialogue, the Southern flamboyance, and the multiple characters whose contributions to the narrative are negligible clutter. The redemption comes from the women, the fine court scenes, and the persistent (but too often obscured) theme of conscience throughout the book. For a book about race, too small a voice is given to African-American characters; for a book about capital punishment, too little attention is given to the deep roots of injustice; and in a book about the conventions of racism, the swampland of vile politics is not drained. Having both brains and spine, the main character does not need the lip. Malone, however, is beguiling to readers of New South fiction, a brand I have unfortunately found to have both light charm and even lighter consequence. Still, I think we will have a good conversation, with enthusiastic readers, in whom I take constant delight.