Yet I wonder whether behind much of the criticism of “Watchman” there might not lurk a bit of disappointment that the heroic Atticus Finch turned out to be just another bigoted yokel. The anger at the second novel, in other words, might be part of the love for the first. The Atticus we all met on first reading “To Kill a Mockingbird” back in grade school supplied a hero for all seasons, and we prefer to keep him that way. As Shaffer points out, “An important thing about hero stories is that they appeal from life to life.” That’s what Lee gave us: a hero story we can’t forget. And so one modest young woman earned her place among the literary immortals.