A Death in Belmont by Sebastian Junger, Norton, $23.95, 266 pages. ISBN #0-393-05980-4.
Many of us grew up hearing a family folk tale, a true story with a moral or which illumined the grace or unfairness of life. In the family of Sebastian Junger, who burst upon the literary scene a decade ago with his best seller, The Perfect Storm, the folk tale occurred in 1963 in his family's lily-white suburb of Belmont, outside of Boston, where a neighbor of the Jungers had hired a black day laborer to do some work around the house. The man finished in mid-afternoon and walked out of town, attracting some notice because of his race. When police learned that the employer of the black man had been raped and murdered that afternoon, they rounded up and arrested the black laborer, who was promptly tried and convicted.
Years later, one Albert DeSalvo, confessed to raping and murdering 13 women, marking him as the infamous Boston Strangler. But steadfastly, he denied any involvement with Junger neighbor, 68-year-old Bessie Goldberg. DeSalvo was convicted and sent to prison, but later recanted his confession. What draws him into the Junger orbit is that at the time of Goldberg's murder, DeSalvo was a laborer on a work crew working on the Junger home. A chilling artifact still in Junger's possession is a photo of Junger, then a baby, with his mother, DeSalvo and another member of the work crew.
The moral, of course, is not to be quick to judge wrongdoing based on such superficialities as race. So Junger grew up believing Roy Smith, the black laborer, was wrongly convicted, but then DeSalvo recanted his own confession. Junger decided to try to get to the bottom of things.
Ironically, his book is no more conclusive than The Perfect Storm, which dealt necessarily with conjecture, since no one survived to tell the tale. At the time Junger investigated the Belmont murder, all material witnesses likewise were dead. So his verdict again is couched in a sea of "could be"s.
What redeems the book ultimately is Junger's gift for gripping narrative, as he profiles at great length both Smith and DeSalvo. Smith, raised in the South, was a drifter, continually in trouble with the law, although he had not committed sex crimes. DeSalvo, by contrast, was a family man, although not with an unblemished record. In prison, Smith seemingly reformed, becoming a model prisoner, who was paroled ironically only days before he died of lung cancer. DeSalvo was brutally bludgeoned in his sleep, presumably by another prisoner.
It's doubtful whether the tale, as inconclusive as it is, would merit publication if it were written by a mediocre writer. But so gifted is Junger as a storyteller, it truly keeps the reader at the edge of his seat.