There was a time when I aspired to write Southern gothic in the tradition of Faulkner, Capote, and Harry Crews. Then I realized that I needed only to write truthfully about what is happening now in the The South. There are many Emilys and many roses in our current midst.
"Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-gray hair."
From "A Rose for Emily" by William Faulkner
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