I grew up reading (and being read aloud to) Patrick McManus’s stories and essays about his (hopefully highly embellished) childhood, with such wonderful names as The Night the Bear Ate Goombah and Real Ponies Don’t Go Oink. When I saw that he’d written an actual book – a mystery novel – I had to give it a try. It was disappointing. A small-town sheriff hunts for the missing owner of a hunting lodge. It’s a little bit too sexist, a little bit too “aw shucks […]