"He didn't really have the big picture, he claimed, but just tried to put it all together the best he could..." (p. 151)
From the waiting line at the used bookstore, this little cutie caught my eye. She's short, always an attractive feature in a book. The dust jacket has bold colors and attractive font. The paper is thick, substantial. Writing is sectioned off into tidy little bits, perfect for my perpetually distracted and unfocused Quarantine brain.
I really enjoyed Ms. Lemann's writing. She crafts a sentence that would make my favorite English teacher give her happy little check marks. I got a great feel for New Orleans, a nice little refresher of the aura. Centered around a trial of a governor, I honestly had no idea which governor until late in the book. Ms. Lemann uses fantastic words seldom seen in current prose but repeats the clever turn at least twice very quickly. I'll blame my Quarantine brain but this made me feel like I was re-reading passages again and again. Two times this was with the word sangfroid, honestly a word not used nearly enough these days. If this book were a movie, the random fade ins and outs would cause a very low critic score but the nutty characters and clear scenes would cause a high-ish audience score.
Rereading "The Ritz of the Bayou" thirty years after its publication is more than an exercise in nostalgia. It's a reminder of a time when Southern politicians were charismatic, powerful and Democratic, as exemplified in four time Louisiana governor Edwin Edwards. Edwards' first two racketeering trials were covered by novelist Nancy Lemann, a former New Orleanian transplanted to the Northeast. As a novelist, she reduces the two trials to vignettes and impressions rather than an extended detailing of the exhaustive trials, a smart move. Though such an approach does have the feel of an extended magazine piece at times. She does get to the heart of Edwards' appeal and why Louisiana voters were dazzled, indeed blinded by him. As such, "The Ritz" still stands as a cautionary tale. Recommended.
…In the South, you tend your own garden, in your corner of the world. You have to cultivate your own garden, and this is why, as it is well known, Southerners are eccentric…
Where has this book been? How can it have been written in 1986 and I've never heard of or found it? There's no way you can write about a certain state's certain governor's criminal trials and it come out bad- but she aced it. It helps that it's a non-fiction account, but also it could be that she's a native of New Orleans, and it could be that she's also the daughter of a lawyer. But do it -she did. It is fabulous from the settings, to the cast of (real & familiar) characters down to the searsucker suits that LA lawyers and legislators are oddly (still) fond of. The air is alternately hot and sultry or blowing in the wake of the latest hurricane, the bars and joints and dives are familiar and real and the people, well they're our people. And the governor, close to 40 years after the book was written, we all know the results of the final trial, the goings on, the after that and the finale, if indeed his story will ever end.