Mississippi is no stranger to disparagement; deservedly for outrageous racial injustice and indefensibly when human nature seeks scapegoats.
Natives exist who cannot conceive of life beyond “the Magnolia Curtain” alongside natives who like the state less than any disapproving Yankee.
The Holy Grail sought in Orson Welles’ “Citizen Kane” is Publisher Charles Foster Kane’s final word, “Rosebud.” Those failing in the pursuit ultimately reflect, “How do you sum up a life?” I wonder while remembering Billy Neville.
More Mississippians know of a one-hit wonder, offering that, on “the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day[,] Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge,” than that Mississippi’s 1949 Nobel Laureate in Literature devoted one of the four chapters in “The Sound and the Fury” to June 2, 1910, on which day the fictional Quent
This spring marked the 110th anniversary of Eudora Welty’s birth in Jackson.
Why certain Southerners are preoccupied with Old South iconography instead of future potentiality is a puzzlement. Our achievements have been legion when we have focused upon the present and future rather than a mythical yesteryear.
The refrain to the Temptations 1964 hit “The Way You Do The Things You Do” is apropos: