"New Mexico is a place of great beauty and great melancholy, and, like all of the American West, a magnet for misfits. Willa Cather captured these aspects in her classic 1927 novel Death Comes for the Archbishop. Now Percival Everett, author of genre-bending novels like I Am Not Sidney Poitier and Glyph, vividly evokes the same elements in Assumption, his new trilogy of interwoven murder mysteries . . . Everett casts his line, as it were, pretty far, and some of the things he reels in, along with a few red herrings, are weighty indeed: racism, anomie, disillusionment, the meaning (or lack thereof) of one man’s life—the American nightmare, in brief, at the end of the line. The settings, the protagonist and the eccentric and pathetic cast of characters will haunt you long after you close the book. I haven’t read anything like it since Georges Simenon. And, as in Simenon’s Inspector Maigret novels, the prevailing mood is one of existential despair."—Roger Boylan, The New York Times Book Review