Veteran author Chris Bohjalian's latest, The Lioness, is the tale of a pleasure trip gone horribly wrong. Katie Barstow is 1964's "it girl," a gorgeous, talented actress with a theatrical pedigree that goes back generations. She and her new spouse have decided to honeymoon in Tanzania, and hire a world-famous hunting guide to take them on a photographic safari. It's planned to be a laid-back but luxurious affair, complete with gourmet meals, canvas bath tubs dutifully filled each night by porters, and even a kerosene-powered ice maker ("because, of course, you had to have a proper gin and tonic at the end of a long day on safari"). They convince family members as well as several friends — Hollywood elite — to join the adventure, telling them that "These days, a safari is like a long, elegant picnic. Nothing's going to eat you and no one's going to shoot you." That statement ...