I am reading The Evidence of Things Not Seen by James Baldwin. It is about the Wayne Williams Atlanta child murders of 1979-1981.
Baldwin doesn’t merely leap into the case feet first. He dissects and delves into human nature and the nature of memory and history and the notion of time. “History, I contend, is the present—we, with every breath we take, every move we make, are History—and what goes around, comes around.”
He then explores our perceptions and expectations, and the difference between who we are as spectator and entertainment. Or more specifically, the circus and the audience.
I am still reading, but so far he is meticulous in how he leads into the Atlanta child murders and the role that Wayne Williams played in these horrific events.