I read roughly 60 pages in Thomas Peele’s Killing the Messenger Sunday. It was very good, but it’s a sad story. Peele went into great detail as to what happened when the Black Muslims murdered journalist Chauncey Bailey.
The details were awful. I’m ambivalent about having read them. On the one hand, it underscores the horror of the murder. On the other hand, I’m not sure that I really wanted to know. At least Peele and his publisher didn’t post any death/autopsy photos, which far too many true crime books publish. I’m a true-fan,but sometimes it’s too much.
Still, Killing the Messenger is a fascinating story. The police are finally taking action at this point in the book.
My other reading was far gentler. Once again, T (my wife) read Laura Ingalls Wilder’s On the Shores of Silver Lake to The Girls (our daughters) for their bedtime story. It discussed the new year of 1880 and Pa’s need to get to Brookings, South Dakota, to claim a homestead. Laura and Mary were thrilled to get a bunch of old newspapers. We don’t know how good we have it.