This was an interesting, albeit confusing at times, story about life and death in a Greek village in the 1950s. Author Lukas Konandreas was eight years old when his father's close cousin, Panayota Nitsos was murdered one September night. He remembers how the outside sounds of parties going on were soon replaced by gunshots and shouting. When his father Thanasis discovered his cousin had been mortally wounded, while her husband, who supposedly was walking beside her, was not, he immediately guessed her husband George Nitsos was behind the shooting. Why? Because various villagers had told Thanasis Konandreas that Mr. Nitsos had been asking others to kill his wife. After being informed of that situation, Mrs. Nitsos did nothing; except say she would rather be dead than divorced, due to how those in the village would treat a divorced woman; and she didn't think her husband was serious about having her murdered anyway. She also apparently still loved her husband, regardless of his many transgressions during their marriage. Their marriage was arranged, but she wanted to marry him.
After Panayota Nitsos was killed, the author's father valiantly fought to have George Nitsos and his hired gun, Socrates Karaiskos, brought to trial. He succeeded, too, but they were acquitted during the first trial due to a rigged jury. When they were tried again, this time in Athens, they were convicted. Yet strangely the jury decided while the two men weren't insane, "their capacity to fully understand the injustice of their actions was considerably diminished". (What did that mean? Maybe the author should have speculated about that a bit.) Thus, the two were spared the firing squad, sentenced to 20 or less years in jail, lost their political rights for 10 years, had to pay court costs, and had to pay Panayota Nitsos' mother "ten thousand drachmas for the mental agony their actions had brought upon her". The Nitsos family also returned her dead daughter's dowry to her. It's like the two killers were only paying time and money for property damage or something.
Socrates Karaiskos was out of jail by 1962. George Nitsos was out by 1967, and returned to the village, where he was eventually accepted back by most. Go figure. He only had his wife killed. The costs of fighting in court left the author's father a much poorer man, but he was a well-respected and well-loved man by his family. In fact, while this story was spotlighting a fight for justice for a murdered woman in 1950s Greece, it was also very much a love letter to a father from a very proud son. In addition, Dr. Konandreas did a nice job describing the good things about life in the village of his childhood . . . the flowers, the fruit and other foods, the dancing, the church services, the music . . . good childhood memories that even a terrible murder couldn't snuff out.
(Note: I received a free e-copy of this book from NetGalley and the author or publisher.)