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Kerr, in the NY Herald-Tribune, describes: This, says Mr. Williams through the most sympathetic voice among his characters, is a true story about the time and the world we live in. He has made it seem true or at least curiously and suspensefullyMoreKerr, in the NY Herald-Tribune, describes: This, says Mr. Williams through the most sympathetic voice among his characters, is a true story about the time and the world we live in. He has made it seem true or at least curiously and suspensefully possible by the extraordinary skill with which he has wrung detail after detail out of a young woman who has lived with horror. Anne Meacham, as a girl who has been the sole witness to her cousins unbelievably shocking death, is brought into a planned jungle of a New Orleans garden to confront a family that is intensely interested in having her deny the lurid tale she has told. The post-dilettantes mother is, indeed, so ruthlessly eager to suppress the facts that she had the girl incarcerated in a mental institution and she is perfectly willing, once she finishes her ritualistic five oclock frozen daiquiri, to order the performance of a frontal lobotomy. A nun stands in rigid attendance- a doctor prepares a hypodermic to force the truth- greedy relatives beg her to recant in return for solid cash. Under the assorted, and thoroughly fascinating, pressures that are brought to bear, and under the intolerable, stammering strain of reliving her own memories, Miss Meacham slowly, painfully, hypnotically paints a concrete and blistering portrait of loneliness of the sudden snapping of that spiders web that is one mans life, of ultimate panic and futile flight. The very reluctance with which the grim, hopeless narrative is unfolded binds us to it- Mr. Williams threads it out with a spare, sure, sharply vivid control of language and the spell is cast.