If Bob Lewis wrote a novel, it would be along the lines of Gulliver's Travels to the Narrow Neck of Land. If he concocted a narrative poem, it would sound like Homer (Simpson, not the Greek guy).
But what fell miraculously into his lap, or rather his back yard, was a heap of tin that turned out to be the long-lost diaries of that Book of Mormon malcontent Laman, the oldest and most misunderstood of Nephi's brothers. (Who names their first-born Laman?)
Now, after all these years (2,541 to be exact), Laman finally gets to tell his side of the story. It sounds vaguely like Nephi's account, but it takes on a strangely modern, quirkily idiomatic style resembling that of its translator-only furthering the proof of its historicity.
The Lost Plates of Laman will prove amusement and delight for anyone who has a nagging desire to know more about their spiritual heritage.