By David Smith with Carol Calef. One of those crimoirs you see the wisdom of as an exercise in healing for the author, but may not be able to stomach as a reader.
Should you choose to proceed, this hardcover is in fine shape: edgewear to the jacket at the corners, and some rubbing on the covers; a slight tilt to the spine; Betty's signature and reading date on the flyleaf. A perfectly good reading copy, though, with clean and tight pages.