Let's clean out the Jails. Let's fill them with whomever is easiest to catch. Their innocence doesn't matter.



East Texas is a place where there are good times and bad times. In "Bluebird, Bluebird" by Attica Locke, there are really awful days for people like Geneva, the owner of the cafe, Joe, her husband, and Darren, a Texas Ranger, and others I haven't named like the visiting Law student, Michael. This novel involves more than one crime and I mention Geneva, first because she will experience both horrible incidents personally. Both crimes touched my heart. However, I felt more touched by the double homicide. It happens six years than the bayou murders. It involves a black man and a white woman. There springs alive a bed of hatred or more specifically racism. No dirty rice, okra or catfish can calm the nerves of the community. The special dish seems to give only energy to the body to scream and cry and wonder why.

There isn't a race riot. There is just the knowledge of Darren, the Texas Ranger, and the relatives that the case needs solving quickly. Before the case of robbery is solved, Michael will find himself involved in a deadly situation. Life can take us in so many directions. It's an adventure. An adventures aren't always personally picked or fun. This leaves each day an unknown. We must get up, walk forward and hope. Perhaps singing a Blues song like Muddy Waters would sing will help. As for me, I am looking forward to another trip somewhere with Attica Locke who is a very competent mystery author. Through her words, I will remember the close relationships and the mysterious landscape of East Texas. www.atticalocke

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