Assumption, as I was told starting out a career in journalism, is the mother of all screw-ups. The assumption here is that the small-town sheriff's deputy in New Mexico who is the subject of the three stories that make up this novel is someone like James Lee Burke's Dave Robicheaux: flawed but decent, serious, a bit of an oddball. Percival Everett, the author, came to my attention when his novel Telephone appeared on a list of Pulitzer Prize nominees. As a stylist he is nothing to write home about, if this novel is any indication, but I'm on to a second work of his, I Am Not Sidney Poitier, with some interest.
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