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Ever since Bootlegger's Daughter stormed the mystery awards in 1993, Margaret Maron's Deborah Knott novels have won a dedicated following. Readers love her wise and witty heroine, intriguing plots, and charming southern country settings. Home Fires offers all this and more, as it tackles one of the contemporary South's most burning issues. When racial tension erupts in the sleepy community of Colleton County, North Carolina, Deborah is caught off guard. She is happily tending her own home fires: her simmering romance with Kidd Chapin, the house she's building on her family's land, and her campaign for reelection as district judge. But then the first black church is burned, and all of Deborah's alarms go off. Narrator C.J. Critt has received rave reviews for her performances of the Deborah Knott mysteries. Her perfect comic timing lets you fully enjoy the judge's down-home humor. Her authentic accents carry you deep into Deborah Knott's rural South to explore its rich history and current concerns.
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Publisher's Weekly-Rezension
Maron's series featuring North Carolina Circuit Court Judge Deborah Knott got off to a great start when the launch novel, Bootlegger's Daughter (1992), swept the Edgar, the Macavity and the Anthony awards for best novel. The series is notable for the smooth way Maron blends the distinctively Southern charms of Deborah's vast extended family with engrossing plots and an intelligentÄbut not heavy-handedÄconsideration of social issues. In this sixth outing, Maron skillfully incorporates the changes and problems that integration has brought to the New South. Deborah, who narrates, is at the start of a reelection campaign when a nephew is arrested, with two friends, for desecrating a cemetery. When the same spraypainted graffiti appears at an African American church that's been torched, the young men are suspected of arson. Two more black churches are burned and two bodies uncovered before Deborah fingers the culprit. In a separate plotline, the fate of a young civil rights worker, missing for more than 20 years, is brought to light. Both solutions come a bit too easily, although the identity of the arsonist may surprise readers. Maron lays the groundwork with subtlety, however, and she brings much more depth to her portrait of small-town doings than do most mystery writers. Deborah, who dubs her competing inner voices "the preacher" and "the pragmatist," is a wholly engaging blend of country comfort and New South sophistication. Major ad/promo; Mystery Guild main selection. (Dec.) FYI: Mysterious will publish a mass market edition of the previous Deborah Knott mystery, Killer Market. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Kirkus-Rezension
At 33, Deborah Knott is among the youngest district court judges in North Carolina and only the fourth woman to hold elective office in Colleton County. So she's a New Woman in the New South. But, as Deborah knows (Killer Market, 1997, etc.), the New South and the Old South have excruciating problems in common, a point driven home when within days of each other three black churches are destroyed through arson. To Deborah, the most dismaying aspect of this is the possible involvement of young A.K., one of her beloved nephews. Ratchet that up considerably when as the coals cool, a corpse is discovered in the debris of Mount Olive Church, converting felonybad enoughto capital crime, punishable by execution. A.K. insists he's innocent, and Deborah believes him, which means it's incumbent on her to find out who's guilty. But there are distractions: the new house she's in the midst of building; the troublesome relationship she's trying to resolve with a beautiful, black district attorney who thinks she's a racist; and, above all, the ever complexever amusingmatter of her ten very big brothers, all convinced that Deborah's survival depends on their continual vigilance. Not so, of course. New Woman she may be, but beneath that tailored blouse beats the oh-so-durable heart of a steel magnolia. A bit leisurely as to pace, a bit thin as to mystery. Still, the characterizations are shrewd and witty enough to make this sixth outing the best yet.(Mystery Guild main selection)
Booklist-Rezension
Maron's latest is a sweetly nostalgic ode to the South, a compelling murder mystery, and an exhortation against the racism that continues to plague America. Judge Deborah Knott is Maron's admirable heroine--attractive, intelligent, fair-minded, and loyal but flawed enough to be likable. Deborah finds herself torn between family loyalty and duty when her nephew, A. K., and two buddies are accused of vandalizing a local cemetery and spray painting racial epithets on the gravestones. Deborah is devastated to think A. K. would do such a thing, but when a local church is burned to the ground a few days later and the same brand of spray paint is found at the scene, the sheriff arrests the three boys. Tempers and emotions really flare when two more churches burn, killing a local man. As Deborah investigates the church burnings, she becomes convinced that A. K. is innocent, which means a dangerous arsonist is still at large. Maron's novel is as eye-opening as it is charming and one that cleverly combines fast-paced action, gentle humor, and the lazy feeling of a southern summer Sunday. There's lots to like about Home Fires, including its refreshingly honest look at the modern South. A solid addition to every collection. --Emily Melton
Library Journal-Rezension
When the Mt. Olive Church goes up in flames while she is campaigning for reelection, Judge Deborah Knott teams up with a former Black Panther to discover whether a racist arsonist is on the loose. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
