Reading Hampton Sides Hellhound on His Trail, The Stalking of Martin Luther King Jr. and The International Hunt for His Assassin, I am reminded first and foresmost that superior writing is craftmanship.
Every word is alive in this riveting nonfiction tale.
A taste, from the Introduction: For several miles, tens of thousands of mourners threaded through the somber downtown streets to city hall. Enveloped in the beautiful sadness, no one breathed a word. There was no shouting or picketing, not even a song. The only sound was leather on pavement.
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