Harold L Daniels is an author of psychological thrillers from the 1950s. I don’t even remember how I ended up with a copy of The Accused but it’s really great, my friends. I highly recommend. The novel is structured somewhat like a courtroom drama but that is simply a plot device.
Beautifully and simply written in an uncluttered style that lacks pretentiousness, The Accused tells a story of Alvin Morlock, a 35-year-old man who has just enough culture and sophistication to hold a modest job as an English instructor at a third-rate college but not enough to know how to enjoy life. In a bout of lonely desperation, Alvin meets Louisa, a woman of absolutely no culture and the coarseness of a shoe scraper. All Louisa wants out of life is chug beer, play shuffleboard at her local, and randomly bet on horses. She deeply detests Alvin for being more evolved than she and he despises her for being so primitive.
What, then, are they doing getting married?
I read the book in a couple of hours, and it’s been a profound pleasure. Remember that there’s no better military maneuver in our ongoing battle for focus than reading a novel.