Don’t let the peaceful-sounding title fool you. This novel revolves around the real-life
serial killer, Herman Drenth, aka Harry Powers, aka Cornelius Pierson, who
preyed upon lonely women during the Great Depression. He was finally caught in West Virginia after
murdering Asta Eicher and her three children.
The book opens with the widowed Asta living in her deceased
mother-in-law’s home. She is financially
desperate and allows herself to be conned by Drenth via a correspondence in
which he promises to marry her. This
first section is a bit slow-moving, but, while Asta is excited about her new
life, the reader experiences a sense of dread that is fully realized soon
enough. Enter Emily Thornhill, a
fictional reporter for the Chicago Tribune,
who becomes very attached to the Eicher children in absentia and provides a
welcome breath of fresh air against the gruesome backdrop of the murders. Like In
Cold Blood, to which this novel has been compared, the murders are a fait
accompli, and Emily serves as a conduit to the killer’s backstory and the
buildup to his trial. The author may go
a little too far in counter-balancing the brutal murders with Emily’s many
successes and good fortune, but I found her pluck and perseverance to be
refreshing, though certainly no one could mistake her almost fairy-tale life as
fact. The author artfully manages to
keep the reader’s eyes glued to the pages, not only with Drenth’s history and
the lynch mob that forces his removal to a more secure prison, but with the
assorted lovable and good-hearted characters that surround Emily, including her
gay photographer, a street urchin that she befriends, and the Eicher’s dog
Duty. Certainly, this blend of good and
evil is intentional on the author’s part, and I think it works extremely well.
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