Beulah, Georgia, 1951, the leather back seat of a tulip-yellow Studebakertherefrom springs the story of four romances from four generations so impassioned as to change lives and to endure lifetimes; indeed, to endure still; to repeat, blossom, succeed, as everyone, everywhere, awaits Just Another Georgia Romance. This short novel allows no single of its four love stories to stand alone, though each is so singular, so intensely personal. The central onebegotten by the other threetells of Natalie Merrywell and Blake Davis who meet upon the floor of the Merrywell Tobacco Auction Warehouse one sweltering August afternoon. They do not remotely know the secrets they carry as they fall more deeply in love from the moment of their first encounter to novel’s very end. Nonetheless, neither the Montagues nor the Capulets of Shakespeare’s pen hold an edge up on the aversion the Merrywell and Davis families experience when they discover the love between their handsome and talented offspring. They fail to realize that their mandate to end this modern-day relationship comes much too late; that it cannot be ended, only stilled.
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When I read Just Another Georgia Romance, there was not one moment I did not realize - with all of the gushy verbiage, tainted memories, and heated embraces - that I was deep into a steamer. Being a romance aficionado, I loved all that. But when I found I was reading a story certainly possibly true, Calo's plot took me over the top with an intensity that far surpassed any that I have experienced in today's romantic fiction. I struggle right now to describe my feelings as I read the last few pages, but I can't yet sort them. This was a once in a lifetime romance of heroic sensibility.
I don't know if Lorillard, Phillip Morris, R.J. Reynolds, or the other last-standing U.S. cigarette makers should sue Zolen Caló - or place a copy of Just Another Georgia Romance in every motel room in the United States. Although Caló does not condone smoking and goes so far as to put a Surgeon General-type warning upon his pages, he wholly romanticizes tobacco, the tobacco industry, the economic benefit of tobacco production to the South, and even describes the act of smoking the cigarette with such pleasurable and genteel language that I found myself tempted to try one! If only I could have chosen a brand. (He manages to give recognition to most every U.S. make from World War I forward.) With the love of his life being a tobacco heiress, you know that Blake Mathison has to smoke at least a few, most of which, tongue in cheek, turn out to be his least favorite and perhaps one of the most lethal (filterless Lucky Strike). As for the romance itself: tender - truly tender, touching, and honest to the core...even down to the post-last-puff passionate lip-locks of free-wheeling Blake with the sublime and unblemished Natalie.