Ah, the saintly Atticus Finch, his daughter Scout and his boy Jem — such a pure-hearted and forthright trio of the nobler kind of Southern white people. How good they were. How kind. How treacly, like a big mouthful of sweet cornbread smothered in molasses. OK, so maybe that last comment is a bit harsh. After all, the nuclear family at the center of Harper Lee’s... More >>>