

The Devil Amongst the Lawyers, by Sharyn McCrumb. It’s based on the 1935 trial of Edith Maxwell, but fictionalized enough that the author saw fit to change her name to Erma Morton. Except that it not about her at all, because nobody really cares about her story. Especially not the New York reporters descending upon Wise County, looking for the next Lindbergh baby case to sensationalize. (They’ve agreed Erma is a hottie, hence that portraying her as innocent is better business, facts notwithstanding.) Lots of Appalachian culture, as expected from McCrumb, but a surprising amount of Japanese culture due to one of the New Yorkers recalling his years in Japan hiding from American law.
I’m reading two because they’re related. Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle, and White Fire by Preston and Child. I’ve mostly had second-hand exposure to Sherlock Holmes, and figured if I’m going to read / watch / play things inspired by the thing, it’s time to read the original thing directly. At about the halfway point, I’m liking both and hoping they finish strong.