A Dev­il with a wedgie. A politi­cian spon­sored by a deodor­ant com­pa­ny. A mur­dered busi­ness­man. A cor­rupt angel. A dying Russ­ian lit­er­a­ture pro­fes­sor. Holo­caust refugees. These are a few of the fas­ci­nat­ing char­ac­ters one meets dur­ing the often humor­ous, intel­lec­tu­al­ly stim­u­lat­ing, philo­soph­i­cal­ly rous­ing, plot-twist­ing jour­ney that is The Day the Dev­il Went on Tri­al. Odd bed­fel­lows who each in their own way help devel­op this delight­ful moral­i­ty tale and lead the read­er to pro­found rev­e­la­tions on sin and redemp­tion, life and death, and most sig­nif­i­cant­ly, what it means to be a good per­son. From the Introduction…“Meet Frank. He’s an alco­holic. He also hap­pens to be the Dev­il. And he has the red tights — per­haps a lit­tle too tight, as he often walks around with a wedgie — cape, horns, and pitch­fork to prove it. Of course, our sto­ry begins in Cal­i­for­nia, where every­one has their own style, so one can under­stand why not every par­tic­i­pant at the Alco­holics Anony­mous meet­ing believed Frank was, in fact, the Dev­il. But he is. At least for now. How­ev­er, if he doesn’t soon get con­trol of his drink­ing, and more impor­tant­ly, start attract­ing new souls to their joint enter­prise, the Board of Direc­tors of Hell (or in long form, Heav­en Except with Lim­it­ed Lia­bil­i­ty) are sure to fire him.”