My husband’s extended family
have rented a house in Savannah, Georgia for the time between Christmas and New
Year’s.
For the past two days I have
been frantically trying to re-read “Midnight in the Garden of Good and
Evil”. If you’ve never heard of it, you
weren’t in a book club in the 90s. It is
nominally a story about a murder that took place here in 1981, but is really a
love letter to Savannah.
Everyone I know who has read
the book, which is basically every woman I know since we are all in book clubs,
wants to come to Savannah.
And here I am! But now I am torn between the Savannah of the
book and the Savannah that is literally outside my door. I want to finish the book so I can annoy my
family by pointing out things they care nothing about, such as the location of
Emma’s Piano Bar, an establishment which closed years ago, since the book’s
events all take place before 1990.
Before taking a trip, I read
everything I can get my hands on about where we are going. But then I can only remember bits and
pieces. So I act as a super-annoying and forgetful tour guide, stopping in the middle of streets to point out where someone
may or may not have lived and something may or may not have happened at some undetermined time in the past.
OK, I have to go now and
speed read the rest of this book since I think we are taking a trolley tour of
town this afternoon, and I will absolutely be trying to talk over the tour
guide to regale my family with half-remembered facts. You’re welcome!
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