The trial was a media sensation. All the more so because Elinor Norton admitted right from the start that she had done it. She had killed him. She was guilty.
Or was she? What had really put this beautiful, wealthy young woman on trial for her life? What had actually happened that dark afternoon on her bleak and isolated estate? And when the jury handed in their verdict, would it read guilty or innocent?
Or was she? What had really put this beautiful, wealthy young woman on trial for her life? What had actually happened that dark afternoon on her bleak and isolated estate? And when the jury handed in their verdict, would it read guilty or innocent?
This has to be her finest novel. Although the title reads as if it were a Perry Mason courtroom drama, don't let it fool you. This is a well-written work, much more so that the rubbish that has won Pulitzer Prizes over the years" particularly that landfill fodder of the past twenty, or so, years. Page one tells the reader that there has been a murder and that Elinor is to stand trial. Don't expect any courtroom balderdash; there is little, if any, until the end of the book. This is about the "anatomy of a murder" and the eternal triangle that led ultimately to it. And, just to taunt you, do not cheat and read the last page.
