Having grown up in Europe, in the 70s and 80s, books about the segregated South in the sixties describe a world so alien to me, it might as well be Fantasy or SciFi. And then I realize my husband is about Mae Mobley's age and grew up there, with a black maid. A bit of a head trip for me, to be sure. The book is well written, drags a little at the end, but a fascinating read.