Down City: A Daughter's Story of Love, Memory, and Murder

‘On the night she died, my mom drove to a motel to buy cocaine with two men.”

This is the first sentence of Leah Carroll’s memoir, “Down City.” The paragraph ends with one of the men telling her mother, whom he is choking with a towel, “Come on you rat. Give me the death rattle...”

The opening of my review in the Wall Street Journal of Leah Carroll's crushing and intensely readable memoir Down City.