Category: southern

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“Everything Burns”: Facades and Identity in S.A. Cosby’s “King of Ashes”

Last year, I read three of S.A. Cosby’s novels (I still need to read Blacktop Wasteland), and I was instantly hooked. When I heard about his latest book, King of Ashes, I knew I had to pick up a copy and read it right away. Like My Darkest Prayer, Razorblade Tears, and All the Sinners Bleed, King of Ashes didn’t disappoint. As I read, I kept recalling why Cosby’s works engages … Read More “Everything Burns”: Facades and Identity in S.A. Cosby’s “King of Ashes”

Nothing Happens in Eudora Welty’s “A Worn Path”

As I was organizing my American literature survey course this semester, I knew that I wanted to center it on short stories. I did this because I wanted to provide students with a broad swath of literature and literary movements from 1865 to the present. With this in mind, I knew, as well, that I wanted to include Ernest Gaines’ “The Sky is Gray,” because, like … Read More Nothing Happens in Eudora Welty’s “A Worn Path”

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“I’ve always done what is right”

If you’ve been reading me for a while, you know that while I typically write essays, I occasionally write short stories. I’ve published “Paper,” “Adieu,” and “This Story is Continuing to Develop” here over the past few years. Today, I want to share another story that I wrote back in 2020. I’m not, really, a huge horror fan, but someone asked me to write … Read More “I’ve always done what is right”

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Writing Process for “Paper”

Two of my favorite short stories are Toni Morrison’s “Recitatif” and Ernest Gaines’ “The Sky is Gray.” Each of these stories, in different ways, interrogates the deployment of language and how language serves as a foundation to the social construction of race the subversion of that false construction. Morrison states that “‘Recitatif’ was an experiment in the removal of all racial codes from a … Read More Writing Process for “Paper”

Grimy and Dirty, Why I Love He Is Legend

Heavy and dirty. That’s how I describe North Carolina’s He Is Legend, a band I’ve been listening to for, sheesh, around seventeen years at this point. Whenever I hear them, I either think about a hot, dirt driven festival tent with the heat from all of the attendees packed underneath the tarp causing condensation on the ceiling and that sweaty mess dripping, periodically down … Read More Grimy and Dirty, Why I Love He Is Legend