The accounts in this book are beyond horrific and so frighteningly relevant. I’m a bit ashamed that at my age I didn’t know how deeply embedded the hooded beasts were in every aspect society in the 1920s. And, I can’t help think of the gross similarity between Stephenson and a certain, recent president. This is the third book of Timothy Egan’s that I’ve read—each of them are spellbinding in their detail and gripping in storytelling finesse.
