Furious Hours: Murder, Fraud, and the Last Trial of Harper Lee

by Casey Cep

“She was a writer to the depths of her soul,” Michael Brown would later say of that astonishing year. “It would have happened with or without us—all that we did was hurry it up a little.”

“He writes not to communicate with other people,” Lee said of any writer worth his salt, “but to communicate more assuredly with himself.”