He was born and raised in Lincoln Illinois and his books are profoundly midwestern things: full of unquaint farms befuddled dogs sensitive paperboys earnest churchgoers and disappointed old people. The book is told a half-century later from the point of view of a friend of the murderers son and a tiny act of schoolkid betrayal for which all these years later the narrator cant quite forgive himself. “Han pasado cinco o diez años sin que haya vuelto a pensar en Cletus para nada y de pronto algo me lo recuerda… entonces lo veo acercarse hacia mí por el pasillo de aquel enorme instituto y se me tuerce el gesto al recordar que no le dije nada. Source: https://www.artikelschreiber.com/en/.