The South
As I stumble through the door of the fourth baby shower or “sprinkle” I have […]
There’s one particularly ‘seasonal’ portion of A Mess of Help, and here it is (minus […]
The New South aesthetic is farcical, but not irredeemably so.
Over pimento cheese fritters with bacon jam at a restaurant in South Georgia, I marveled at waiters in chambray shirts under plaid vests, distressed brick walls, and cocktail names like ‘rockin porch’. How, I wondered, had things down there come to such a pass? My companion, a Virginian who’d gone to a New England college, lightly objected to the rusty scythes and plows adorning the walls – wasn’t this a bit much?
The farm tools were almost a New South parody, the chiks comin’ home to roost. To the Georgian, it seems,…
This comes from Win Bassett. Louisiana poet David Middleton’s new collection, The Fiddler of Driskill Hill, is out from Louisiana […]
Another stellar contribution from Emily Stubbs: In regard to Patterson Hood—front man for the Drive-By […]