Lived in Houston for four and a half years and generally enjoyed getting in touch with the feel of the place again through this book, but I was there as an expat from a country where we don't kill people for crimes. I have no doubt that Texas (and the US in general) is a place where particularly viIe and violent crimes occur, though there was always a strain of politeness in the air that seemed at odds with the poverty and lack of education that causes much of the trouble. I agreed with everything that the author had to say about the death penalty and sympathise with his reasons for opposing it. That said, I found the overall tone of the book a little self-congratulatory. Undoubtedly Mr. Dow is intelligent and he cares. He is even honest enough to say that he does not personally like some of those that he defends and that he does not do the work out of religious motivations. In fact his anecdote about the preacher who discouraged the condemned appealing their sentences was deftly told to undermine religious thought about the nature of punishment. By his own account, though, he seems to do a lot of heavy drinking and to keep grindingly long and irregular hours, which leads to some unintended conclusions on this reader's part about just how wise and saintly his child is (as he would have to be) to cope with his workaholic father. Of course, the emotional toll taken by the job has to be a big factor, as does the seemingly crazy system of appeals and legal procedure, but this book presents for me a very American take on life -- that the job is everything and that the man who puts work first and does it well is a hero so his family had just better fit in around it. It seems that the family dog and his wife have learned how to work around him a long time ago. The kid is still getting used to it. Once that was obvious, his thoughts about his nighttime dreams and his reflections on family life seemed rather ironic.