B. Edson is the fourth of eight children, born to a hard-working, blue collar family and raised in rural Vermont. He has traveled the world over but has found nothing that beats the serene beauty of his childhood home. This, his first novel, describes the pleasures and simplicities of farming life, brought together with murder and intrigue that gives the reader a truly spellbinding drama. The author paints a remarkable mental picture of 1915, Randolph, Vermont. He mixes the life of his grandparents and the birth of his mother with the gruesome murder of a young woman. His hero, a young constable named Josh Bascum, uses all the methods available to him to bring the surprising killer to justice. Every town, especially a rural town, has its characters. The author brings to life the townas busybodies, the characters and the players who make a small town tick. He visits the swimming hole, the sugar shack and the majestic, tree-lined streets of this postcard quality town. But then there is the white of snow, stained the red of blood. So, just maybe, the seemingly tranquil families from this tranquil town arenat as innocent as they appear.
评价“Would That We Knew How to Listen”