As I continue to work my way through the supply of Donald Westlake books at my local library, I am continually surprised and entertained. If you like other Westlake books, you'll like this one. Branson entertainer/ country legend Ray Jones is convicted of murder but maintains his innocence. Up until the end, the reader is kept guessing at who actually did the crime and why. The ending is particularly satisfying in the way all the pieces fit together. As if this wasn't enough, there is also a scathing look at Branson, white-trash, fried food, and trashy weekly tabloids.