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Looking for guidance in understanding the ways and means of
Southern culture? Look no further. Florence King's celebrated field
guide to the land below the Mason-Dixon Line is now blissfully back
in print, just in time for the Clinton era. The Failed Souther
Lady's classic primer on Dixie manners captures such storied types
as the Southern Woman (frigid, passionate, sweet, bitchy, and
scatterbrained--all at the same time), the Self-Rejuvenating
Virgin, and the Good Ole Boy in all his coats and stripes. (The
Clinton questions--"is he a G.O.B. or isn't he"?--Miss king covers
in her hilarious new Afterword.) No one has ever made more sharp,
scathing, affectionate, real sense out of the land of the endless
Civil War than Florence King in these razor-edged pages.
'Granny worked so hard at my rearing. She was a frustrated ladysmith and I was her last chance . . . This is the story of my years on her anvil. Whether she succeeded in making a lady out of me is for you to decide, but I will say one thing in my own favour before we begin. No matter which sex I went to bed with, I never smoked on the street.' When Florence King was born, her Granny, a would-be Virginia grande dame, moved in. 'Anybody could have a family,' writes Miss King. 'She wanted a race all to herself.' Granny's dream of raising the perfect Southern belle failed dismally with her own daughter, a chain-smoking, baseball-playing tomboy given to wild expletives. Florence is Granny's last hope . . . 'I've never read so many perfect one-liners . . . This book is dynamite. Don't miss it' - Jeanette Winterston
"Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady" is Florence King's classic memoir of her upbringing in an eccentric Southern family, told with all the uproarious wit and gusto that has made her one of the most admired writers in the country. Florence may have been a disapointment to her Granny, whose dream of rearing a Perfect Southern Lady would never quite be fulfilled. But after all, as Florence reminds us, "no matter which sex I went to bed with, I never smoke on the street."
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