Being My Almost Absolutely True Adventures with Stanley Booth
David Dalton, Rock's Backpages, January 2002
The South, sir, is no more than the Creation viewed by a crocodile.
– Rev. Sydney Smith
I ADMIT I don't know what the South is exactly or even if it is something or if as the magaziñeros keep telling us it's gone, gone with the wind, and the new South has taken its place it's all malled-out and inter-gerated and up-to-date and the old dusty South with the general store and good ol' boys settin there and blues drifters riding the rods and obese sheriffs in aviator shades gone! But whatever it is or was Stanley Booth is close to its humid, mossy, scabrous heart.
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