Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil - John Berendt

What the hell is going on with those two. My dysfunction junction tag barely covers it.

 

The stories before reminded me of Allende's or García Marquea's descriptives asides. Conservative snobs are the same everywhere I guess.

 

The second party is the next night. It’s the one the papers never write about. It’s … for gentlemen only. Which party would you like to be invited to?”
“The one,” I said, “least likely to involve gunfire.”

 

The other thing I would like to know is what is going on with our narrator.