words

Southern writing may be the last American literature in that it has retained a true Anglo-Saxon base in terms of its authors, themes, and relation to history — specifically, white history.

Donna Tartt’s The Little Friend, published in 2015 winning a justly-earned Pulitzer Prize for best novel, has a real command of writing, and her prose is a roller coaster dipping and rising from sad to exuberant that keeps you reading. I can recall many great phrases such as “The moon shone through a ragged hole in thunderhead clouds,” or “black coins of blood,” “all shining like day-glo Satan,” “a sad dessert from a World War Two ration cookbook,” and “an archivist is just a fancy word for pack rat.”