### Review No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford. -- *Elmore Leonard* ### From the Publisher "Willeford's experience of his life led him to a certain attitude toward the world and his place in it, and this attitude, ironic without meanness, comic but deeply caring, informed ev
Black Mass of Brother Springer
โ Scribed by Charles Willeford
- Year
- 1958
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 121 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
THE BLACK MASS OF BROTHER SPRINGER tells the story of Sam Springer, a
drifter novelist who meets Jack Dover, the retiring Abbot of the Church
of God's Flock. Dover's final official act is to ordain Springer and
send him off to serve as pastor of an all-Black church in Jacksonville,
Florida. Springer soon becomes entangled in the city's growing civil
rights movement ... and with the church deacon's earthy young wife,
Merita. The Washington post calls this darkly humorous novel by Charles
Willeford, one of the great crime writers of the 20th century, "his
masterpiece." This new edition is introduced by James Sallis and
contains Willeford's previously unpublished play based on the novel.
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