![]() ![]() It is a spellbinding story peopled by a gallery of remarkable characters: the well bred society ladies of the Married Woman’s Card Club the turbulent young redneck gigolo the hapless recluse who owns a bottle of poison so powerful it could kill every man, woman, and child in Savannah the aging and profane Southern belle who is the ‘soul of pampered self absorption’ the uproariously funny black drag queen the acerbic and arrogant antiques dealer the sweet talking, piano playing con artist young blacks dancing the minuet at the black debutante ball and Minerva, the voodoo priestess who works her magic in the graveyard at midnight. Berendt skillfully interweaves a hugely entertaining first person account of life in this isolated remnant of the Old South with the unpredictable twists and turns of a landmark murder case. John Berendt’s sharply observed, suspenseful, and witty narrative reads like a thoroughly engrossing novel, and yet it is a work of nonfiction. Was it murder or self defense? For nearly a decade, the shooting and its aftermath reverberated throughout this hauntingly beautiful city of moss hung oaks and shaded squares. ![]() Shots rang out in Savannah’s grandest mansion in the misty,early morning hours of May 2, 1981. ![]()
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