Harry’s not too thrilled with BeBe, BeBe can’t stand Harry, and she really can’t stand the Breeze Inn. The motel comes without furniture or roofs, at least in most rooms, but it also comes with gruffly handsome and mysterious Harry Sorrentino, the manager of sorts. She’s forced out of her home (he sells it), she loses her business (she has no money), and she is left with nothing but a run down motel out on Tybee Island. Savannah Breeze is Mary Kay Andrews’ follow up to Savannah Blues, and while Blues followed the adventures of Weezie, Breeze is her best friend BeBe Loudermilk’s story.īeBe meets a handsome man at the Telfair Museum gala, and before you know it, she’s fallen in lust with him, and he’s run away with all her money. Posted in 5 stars – a favorite | Tagged fiction, John Berendt, Memoir | Leave a comment The Mama’s #CBR5 Review #65: Savannah Breeze by Mary Kay Andrews (And for those wondering, Lady Chablis is still performing once a month, and she is every bit as fierce and fabulous as she was in the film.) Berendt captures Savannah, her beauty, and her flaws with simple, lyrical perfection.

I’ve always thought a little dirt kept things interesting. Lady Astor is rumored to have remarked about Savannah that the city is “like a beautiful woman with a dirty face”. Berendt captures the magic of the city, painting not just each character with perfect, vivid strokes, but painting the town as well.

It’s ancient by American standards, settled in 1733, and at times it gives the air that it hasn’t changed much. Savannah is a strange, beautiful, wonderful place. Fast forward a few years, and Danny Handford is dead, Jim Williams is on trial, and the entire town is abuzz.

He meets several of the city’s movers and shakers, and quite a few of its less prominent citizens. While in Savannah, Berendt becomes intrigued with the city, falling in love with it, and eventually renting a small apartment in the historic district. We’re all familiar (either through the book or Clint Eastwood’s film) of the story of Jim Williams, Danny Hansford, and the incomparable Lady Chablis, but with each reading (and each visit), I fall in love with this odd little city a bit more.įor the uninitiated, Berendt’s tale begins with him meeting Jim Williams, an antique dealer, to interview him for a piece in a magazine. I first read Midnight about ten years ago, maybe more, but two recent trips to Savannah prompted a re-read.

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