This was a weird book. I mean, a lot of so-called Southern literature is weird – that’s why I love it so – but even by those standards, this was a weird book. Jerene Jarivs Johnston is old money Charlotte. Jerene’s brother is the stereotypical boozy washed up novelist, found most afternoons at the bar at the club sipping his bourbon neat, her sister Dillard is a near shut-in, and her husband Duke is a failed politician, his career having been derailed by Jerene herself […]