
At least Ogden is determined to see the cases through. His sheriff just wants it all to be over—not for fear of scandal, mind you, but because it’s too stressful. “I’m a fat old man who doesn’t like mysteries,” begins his attempt at rallying the troops. “You two can’t stop me from eating a cheesecake in the next hour, but you can go figure this out and help me sleep at night.”
Two years ago I was bowled over by Percival Everett’s loony picaresque novel I Am Not Sidney Poitier. His follow-up is Assumption, which treads on similar genre territory but, alas, to far less satisfying ends.
My full review was in yesterday’s Edmonton Journal. Read it here.
Dec 19, 2011