The Mercy Seat by Elizabeth H. Winthrop
This is writing from an author at the very top of her game, an astonishing book, with echoes of To Kill A Mockingbird (a comparison I don’t use lightly). Beautifully written, it is heartache-making in its depiction of a young black man in Louisiana in 1943 being sent to the chair for the crime of raping a young white girl. A crime he denies, and some in the community believe he didn’t commit.
Set over the course of a day, The Mercy Seat explores the multiple viewpoints of people who are in one way or another affected by the execution of young Will Jones, due to be strapped in to the chair at midnight.
There’s the wife of the District Attorney (the man who’s sentenced Will to death), devastated at the sentence her husband has imposed. There’s the DA himself, haunted by the fact that he sought the death penalty against his better judgment. There’s their young son, confused by the silence of his parents, who’s prepared to stand up to grown men (and feel the brute force of their fists and boots for his efforts). There’s the preacher, uncertain of his own faith, giving comfort to the young Will Jones as he prepares himself for death. There’s the father of the convicted boy, desperately trying to see his son one last time. And there’s Will Jones himself, eighteen years old and reconciling with grace and dignity the patently unfair sentence that’s been handed down to him.
I expect this book will be romping onto all the prize lists this year. It’s absolutely magnificent. And the depth of humanity that Elizabeth H. Winthrop has created out of such a ghastly scenario is evidence of a truly masterful writer.