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The Devil Amongst the Lawyers: A Ballad Novel

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I was so very excited to open this book -- the first new story in the Ballad series in ever so long. However, from the start, it is clear that this is not your usual Sharyn McCrumb novel. She has taken a true story, a murder in the Appalachian hill country of the Ballad novels, set in 1935. But rather than deal with the story, the why's and wherefore's, and, most of all, the marvelous cast that McCrumb usually brings to these stories, the story is told from the perspective of the reporters sent to cover the trial. On the one hand, three New York reporters and their photographer, do their best to ignore every detail that doesn't match their preconceived notion of how the back country ought to be, even to the extent of manufacturing scenes of waifs in shacks for their own convenience. On the other hand, an earnest young reporter from nearby Tennessee is on hand, actually trying to see the truth of the story, but it isn't pretty or appealing in any way and his reports aren't doing his fledgling career any good at all.

Nora Bonesteel, the protagonist of many of the Ballad novels, makes a rather brief appearance as a 12 year old girl, and then in the epilogue as an elderly woman remembering the events for a young law researcher. Frankly, the epilogue was my favorite chapter of the book. It *felt* right -- it was compelling and it went somewhere. The majority of the book felt like a real chore, and I have to think that it was for the writer. I think McCrumb set out to tell a particular story in a particular way and kept on even when it didn't work for her. I'm ever so sorry about that.

Scenes from the sojourn in Japan of one of the New York reporters are interesting but lend nothing to the main story, really. Again, it is like McCrumb became interested with a particular vignette out of history and was determined to get it into this book, whether it fit or not. Actually, I think it might have worked better if the Japanese sideline had been the main tale, although it comprises at least a third of the book and so it almost is.

Here's hoping the next one is back on track for everyone, as I don't imagine this any more fun to write than it was to read. Darn it.

If you are new to McCrumb or the Ballad novels, I wouldn't start with this book. Part of the fun is reading about 12-year old Nora Bonesteel, who's been featured as a steely-eyed intimidating elder in earlier novels.

At first I missed the format McCrumb has used earlier with so much success. I love her novels when she goes back and forth between time periods, tracing seeds of current conflict back to much earlier times. I didn't find the journalists especially appealing. And in some ways the novel shares themes with McCrumb's earlier novel about Frankie Silver.

But McCrumb's ballad novels deserve to be read deeply, more than once. As with novels like Rosewood Casket, McCrumb introduces a cast of characters, awkwardly thrown together, each with his or her own story. In this case a horde of "big city" newspaper reporters have come to write about a beautiful young woman who's accused of murdering her father. The young woman's brother has arranged representation and has sold the story to raise money for hiring good lawyers...or so he claims.

On the one hand, the story focuses on the reporters who struggle to cover the story in a way that will please their readers and editors. If that means creating a drama and even faking some scenes, so be it. The idea is to picture justice in the backwoods of America, to create a contrast, even if the backwoods no longer exists (and maybe never did). Only Nora's cousin Carl refuses to play along because he's from the country himself. Some of the novel's best bits of writing come when Carl reads between the lines of the country men he encounters, reminiscent of the delicious social commentary sprinkling the McPherson series.

Front and center, the storyline considers Erma Morton, attractive and better educated than most of her female contemporaries. We visit her prison cell and as the book unfolds, we understand what really happened that night in her home. Unlike Frankie Silver, Erma is educated and a little sardonic about her situation. She understands her role: she's a pawn for the news media. It's not really about her at all, she realizes, and we readers wonder how many famous and not-so-famous defendants have shared her thought.

That's the third theme, unfolding with different degrees of subtlety through the novel. Justice sometimes gets skewed to serve public and private economic interests. McCrumb hints at a large theme whe she introduces the story of Mary the elephant who was hanged for no rational reason. Anyone who's cynical about justice, even today, might question how many convictions are upheld for reasons that do not benefit the greater society. We could even draw a parallel with the Amanda Knox case, but I leave that to readers to ponder after they've read and digested this book.

Throughout the novel McCrumb introduces pieces of history, such as a cameo appearance by the Carter family. They slow down the action but I suspect readers won't mind.

My own Ballad favorite so far is Rosewood Casket. Devil Amongst the Lawyers has equally strong writing and plot. While I was glad to see a new volume in the series, I hope McCrumb will set her next Ballad closer to the present and I hope she doesn't wait so long. Unlike Nora Bonesteel, I can't predict whether I'll be around to see the last of the series and I'd hate to miss even one.

This book was a puzzlement to me. From the title I expected to hear a lot about the lawyers in a case of murder in the Appalachian region of southern Virginia. Instead, I heard a lot about the big city reporters who came to cover it. The defendant was a pretty young woman who came home from college in the mid-1930's to teach school in her home town and was accused of killing her father.

It was the early days of mass media, and suddenly the whole country was getting every detail of such small-town dramas as was about to unwind here. A pretty, educated girl was about to be railroaded by her backwoods neighbors who resented her improving herself. The fact that this was a wild exaggeration was no deterrent. The public wanted to believe in hillbilly justice, and the big city reporters were going to give them what they wanted.

This was the gist of the story I found here. Earlier McCrumb ballad novels told about the people of southern Virginia and northeastern Tennessee. This time she told of those who would stereotype them and throw truth to the wind to satisfy their readers. She included one reporter from a nearby Tennessee newspaper, plus Nora Bonesteel, a fixture in her novels as one who has the Sight and has glimpses of the future. At this time she is 14. These two know the truth and try to tell it, to no avail.

Another puzzlement is the introduction of the Japanese influence on one of the New York reporters who came to cover the story. It seemed to have no tie to the events taking place except to make his character more complex. He was an erudite snob who felt his readers should work to understand him instead of the other way around. His sometime companion was what was being called a sob sister, a woman who was far from pretty and expected little from those around her. The photographer who accompanied them went out of his way to find barefoot children and entice them to wear their grandparents' clothes for his pictures. Not an attractive threesome.

I felt that McCrumb was getting even with the intruders who had all too often sought the differences in the mountain people rather than the similarities to their fellow countrymen. However, I found the tale less than compelling. In the early part of the book I had some difficulty staying awake. All in all, if the book is approached with no expectations, it is interesting, and she does tell us at the end what happened to everyone with the advent of World War II and with it a whole new world.

I am a fan of Sharyn McCrumb's ballad novels which connect a legend or incident from Appalachia's past with a contemporary tragedy. A new Appalachian Ballad novel has not appeared for several years and I was afraid McCrumb had abandoned the series in favor of her NASCAR themed mysteries which I admit do not appeal to me and I have never read. So I was thrilled to receive an advance reader's copy of her new Ballad book THE DEVIL AMONGST THE LAWYERS. This new volume is a worthy addition to its predecessors even if McCrumb is a bit heavy handed in pounding a theme of journalists manipulating the truth to get a good story.

This new book is set in 1935 and based on the real life murder trial of a pretty young Appalachian teacher who was accused of killing her coal miner father. Names and a few elements have been changed but apparently McCrumb stays fairly close to the facts of the case which became a sensational national news story during the Depression years. The narrative is told partly through the eyes of four big city journalists who come to rural Virginia to cover the story and are bent on spinning what they write to conform to preconceived notions the rest of the nation has about "hillbillies" who follow the "code of the hills". Carl, a native of the area and a young writer covering the story for a local paper is another major character. The accused and imprisoned Erma is also is the focus of several passages from her viewpoint. And Ballad series favorite, psychic Nora Bonesteel appears as a twelve year old girl.

Nora and some other hill folks have the "sight" which allows them to sometimes see the future as well as occasionally giving them the ability to communicate with the dead. This supernatural gift is one of my favorite aspects of the Ballad series and is well used in this outing. Less well used is the back stories of some of the big city journalists one (Henry Jernigan) of whom experienced life changing tragedy while living in Japan which literally haunts him for the rest of his life. McCrumb diligently tries to make connections between the Japanese experience and the main storyline but her efforts seem forced and for the most part fail. McCrumb is also far from subtle in her theme of the damage done to Appalachian people because of stereotyping from the rest of the world. Still this is a well crafted novel that just falls short of five stars.

Although I am a firm believer in the author's right to publish what they wish, I do want to be on record as saying that seven years is entirely too long to wait for a new Ballad novel. McCrumb's lyrical novels are love stories about the people and the places of Appalachia, and I have been enlightened and entertained with each one.

This eighth Ballad novel is based upon the 1935 trial of a young schoolteacher accused of murdering her father. The trial became a sensation, and newspapers all over the country latched onto it to boost sales.

As The Devil Amongst the Lawyers begins, the murder of crows is already winging its way to a small county in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. The chief crows in this case are newspaper reporters Henry Jernigan, Rose Hanelon, Luster Swann, and photographer Shade Baker. None of them have been to Appalachia before, but (with the logical exception of Shade) all of them have finished writing their first articles to be sent back to their respective newspapers. You see, you don't have to be in a place to know what it's like.

On a separate train is a young reporter from Johnson City, Tennessee: Carl Jennings. Jennings proceeds to investigate, to talk to people, and to send back truthful reports to his newspaper. As the days progress, Jennings is in hot water. His truthful reports have no resemblance whatsoever to the articles sent in by the New York City journalists, and his bosses wonder if he's really on location. In desperation, he asks the parents of his thirteen-year-old cousin, Nora Bonesteel, if Nora can come to help their cousin who's busy running a boarding house in town. Jennings is hoping that Nora's gift of the Sight will give him the edge in the journalistic competition.

If you've read previous Ballad novels and open this book with a set of preconceived expectations, you may very well be disappointed. Although it is wonderful to see Nora Bonesteel as a teenager, she has very little to do with the action. The mystery itself, even though it is interesting, doesn't have much meat on its bones.

The major impetus of this book is its cautionary tale about journalism and its power to distort and mislead. (Not that anything like this would ever happen today. Heavens, no!) All the New York-based characters of the Fourth Estate did not go to their destination with open minds. They all had preconceived ideas of what Appalachia was really like, and even though they could see they were wrong upon arrival, they all knew the truth would not sell papers. As Rose Hanelon frequently said by way of excusing her and her companions' shoddy journalism, it really didn't matter what they said because two days later all the papers would be at the bottoms of bird cages.

Few writers have McCrumb's sheer talent with language and dialogue to immerse readers into a particular place and time. Throughout this book, I felt as though I were walking the streets of a small town in the Appalachia of 1935. I was listening to the condescending voices of the New York City reporters, and watching the guarded, distrustful looks of the townspeople.

As the trial gains notoriety , it becomes less and less a matter of a young woman's innocence or guilt, and more and more a matter of what everyone else can gain at her expense. It is a strong, compelling tale with fascinating characters and a wonderful sense of place. It's not the typical Ballad novel that McCrumb's fans have come to love and expect, but that didn't prevent me from enjoying every page.

Here's what you need to know about Sharyn McCrumb: She has been one of our best writers for over two decades. Not one of our best crime writers (although she is that); not one of our best comedy writers (although she is that); not one of our best satirical writers (although she is that); not only the only writer who would even THINK about retelling the Canterbury Tales as Nascar novels (see: "St. Dale", et al) But, one of our best writers. Period. And she is NEVER better than in her "Ballad" series of character studies set in her beloved Appalachian area. These lyrical, poetic, tales are, first of all, NOT really mysteries. So, if all you're looking for is a good whodunnit, to coin an Appalachian phrase, "fuhgeddaboutit"

Here's what you need to know about "The Devil Amongst The Lawyers": It's her latest Ballad novel and one of her best. Set in Virginia 1935, this tale of a beautiful Mountain girl on trial for murdering her father draws us in and gives us a feel for this time, this place, like no other. AND, in "boy reporter" Carl Jenkins and his cousin Nora (who has "the sight") it introduces us to 2 of the more... heck, MOST... memorable (and entertaining) characters is recent literature

Excited that Sharyn McCrumb had left NASCAR and returned to the wonderful Ballad series, I bought this book with high expectations, but was somewhat disappointed.

The book lacked the lyrical quality of her others and felt a bit awkward and disjointed. It was as if she had two fascinations at the same time and tried unsuccessfully to weave them together: the murder case in Pound, Virginia, and the Japan episode. It just didn't work for me. Maybe it was because the novelist tried too hard to hew close to the true story of accused murderer Edith Maxwell instead of just using her case as a take-off point for fiction.

Having family from the Wise County area and having spent some of my childhood not so long after 1935, I found the efforts to counteract the reporters' stereotypes of "hillbillies" nearly as simplistic as their own yellow journalism. Sure, there's a lot of "native intelligence," but they weren't all wrong about the poverty in that depressed area, with its shacks and undereducated people. More nuance is needed to tackle that big subject.

Finally, like other reviewers here, I wanted more of Nora.

All that said, I will still look forward eagerly to the next work to come from Sharyn McCrumb's magical pen. Even at her worst (and I hate to use that word about her), she's one of our finest and maybe most under-appreciated writers. I urge anyone who hasn't read her to start with her other Ballad novels.

Kudos to the publisher for not using huge blocks of hard-to-read italics -- one of my pet peeves -- and instead applying sans serif type for changing time and place. If only they'd all do that!

The Ballad series is back and as thought-provoking and as interesting as ever. I disagree with one of the reviewers who said this should not be the first Ballad book you read, but I say, why not? The reader gets a feel for what Nora can do and her upbringing. I think it sets a good foundation for the books that follow. Other reviewers can detail what this story is about, so all I need to say is that in my opinion, Sharyn McCrumb is one of the best writers of our day. This is a great book. Get it!

While I enjoy all of McCrumb's several series, and she has written one of my all-time favorite mystery novels, this is a poor showing. The title, although clever, is a misdirection (even if it is Harley). Her collection of narrative stubs is an unrealized and unsatisfying collection reminiscent of The Canterbury Tales, but not even living up to her own St. Dale. We learn almost nothing about any of the primary characters except their follies, inadequacies, and hypocrisies. What we do learn about develop only into dead ends: disappointing and desultory and dispirited. Naught but Nora Bonesteel maintains our interest, and she is only 10% of the book.

McCrumb's point that reporters create their own reality with insinuations and contumely is an accurate one, reflected clearly in real life at present. But she makes that point with a jackhammer, every few pages, until we wonder why she is even giving us background on these supercilious figures we are meant to disdain; they are created with the same innuendo she reviles in their behaviours. Rose's total lack of self-awareness, Henry's thorough and clueless self-involvement, Shade's complete obeisance to construct over accuracy, all made this trio unpleasant to spend time with. When their threads end abruptly and prematurely they are not even missed.

What might have made this a book better reading is if McCrumb had made it a collection of short stories, perhaps like her Prologue, connected but independent; more like The Decameron than Chaucer. Each narrative thread might have had a chance at resolution. Instead, we are given no deeper understanding of ANY character but Nora, even in the Epilogue. Not even the victim, nor the defendant, nor the culprit. In short: disappointing, disjointed, and a little like being hit repeatedly with a blunt object. It only feels good when it stops.

Like many others I was excited for a new book in the Ballad series. While it was an interesting premise, the reality was dull and disjointed. It was obvious from the beginning who the real murderer was and so there was no real drama in the outcome. Most of the characters were unlikeable, and there wasn't a prominent main character to connect with. The difference between the major newspapers and the small town one were anything but subtle - and I felt just hammered by David vs Goliath theme.

Just skip this one - don't even bother getting it from a library.