I haven’t read that many books that I would consider particularly southern. In high school I read a couple books about ex-slaves and their children in the south—Beloved and Their Eyes Were Watching God. These two books gave me some perspective on some of the black slave culture both before and after freedom. However, the focus seemed more on the women’s struggles than on the southern culture. I suppose though that the flashbacks to life on the plantation at “Sweet Home” in Beloved during the protagonists’ years of enslavement do offer some perspective.
However, the most southern book I have ever read is probably the first four chapters of Bastard Out of Carolina. The imagery in those four chapters hit on nearly every stereotype I think of when thinking about the south. The characters spend a great deal of time on porches drinking iced tea, the weather is hot, and the boys are rough—one is even missing his teeth. The diner serves chicken-fried steak and collard greens, people drive trucks, and Bone is a bastard.
I looked up the trailer for the movie version of Bastard Out of Carolina too and saw some more of that southern imagery. A lot of the same elements can be seen—trucks, fighting, scorched southern scenery. And of course, the accents are pretty prominent too.






