When Ludlow Fitch's parents cruelly betray him, he steals away on the back of a carriage and leaves behind the stinking City. He arrives in the dead of night at a remote village, where he crosses paths with the tall and limping figure of Joe Zabbidou - a pawnbroker with a difference. For Joe trades secrets, not goods, for cash.

Employed as Joe's assistant, Ludlow records the villagers' fiendish confessions in an ancient leather-bound volume: The Black Book of Secrets. There's the gravedigger who has been resurrecting bodies; the butcher who made a mouse-meat pie for his bullying father, with fatal consequences; the wizened bookseller who went to murderous lengths to get her hands on a priceless tome.

Ludlow longs to trust his mysterious master, but he senses Joe has much to hide. But then Ludlow Fitch has his own, very dark, secrets...

The Bottoms is narrated by Harry Collins, an old man who is obsessively reflecting on certain key experiences of his childhood. In 1933, the year that forms the centerpiece of the narrative, Harry is 11 years old and living with his family on a farm outside of Marvel Creek, Texas, near the Sabine River bottoms.

Harry's world changes forever when he discovers the corpse of a young black woman tied to a tree in the forest near his home. The woman, eventually identified as a local prostitute, has been murdered, molested, and mutilated. As Harry will soon discover, she is the first in a series of similar victims of a new, unprecedented sort of monster: a traveling serial killer.

From his privileged position as the son of constable Jacob Collins, Harry watches the amateur investigation unfold. As more bodies surface, not all of them "colored," the mood of the local residents darkens. Racial tensions, never far from the surface, gradually kindle. When circumstantial evidence implicates an ancient, innocent black man named Mose, the Ku Klux Klan mobilizes, initiating a chilling lynching that will occupy a permanent place in Harry Collins's memories.

With Mose dead and the threat to local white women presumably put to rest, the residents of Marvel Creek resume their normal lives, only to find that the actual killer remains at large, continuing to threaten the safety and stability of the town.

Lansdale uses this murder investigation to open a window on an insular, poverty-stricken, racially divided community. With humor, precision, and great narrative economy, he evokes the society of Marvel Creek in all its alternating tawdriness and nobility, offering us a varied, convincing portrait of a world that has receded into history. At the same time, he offers a richly detailed re-creation of the vibrant, dangerous physical landscapes that were part of that world.