Category Archives: Southernisms

This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 2, 2017

Posted on October 2, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Tell about the South. What’s it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there.” — William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!    Photo of Faulkner’s Rowan Oak: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 25, 2017

Posted on September 25, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“One place understood helps us understand all places better.” — Eudora Welty   Louisiana shack photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 18, 2017

Posted on September 18, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air – moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh – felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.”  — … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 11, 2017

Posted on September 11, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 4, 2017

Posted on September 4, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“It’s surprising how many threads are connected with religion and Southern history. You can’t talk about literature, politics  _ anything Southern _ without talking about religion. If you want to study the South, you have to study religion.”     —Southern … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 28, 2017

Posted on August 28, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

In “June Recital,” a story I wrote laid in a small Mississippi town in the 1930s, a lady comes home from a Rook party to tell her little son what they had to eat: “ ‘An orange scooped out and … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 21, 2017

Posted on August 21, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

  “Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.”  ― Pat Conroy         Image: http://www.perfecthomecharleston.com/

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 14, 2017

Posted on August 14, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Mark my words. You’ll be back soon. The South’s got a lot  wrong with it. But, it’s permanent press and it doesn’t wear out.”    —Pat Conroy, Beach Music       Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 7, 2017

Posted on August 7, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

  “We got out of the car for air and suddenly both of us were stoned with joy to realize that in the darkness all around us was fragrant green grass and the smell of fresh manure and warm waters. … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, July 31, 2017

Posted on July 31, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Trees down south have a difference to them, a subtle, slinking movement, mile by mile — a gracefulness, a swagger. Lanky trees stretching out their wiry thin, Spanish moss-covered branches, moss that sways and beckons … come here, come here, … Continue reading →

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