South Toward Home

Julia Reed lived in the north for a while, but she grew up in the Mississippi Delta in a small town called Greenville. A few years ago, she returned to the South, where she now makes her home in New Orleans. In thinking about her native land, Julia quotes another Southern writer, Willie Morris, who said, "It’s the juxtapositions that get you down here." These juxtapositions are, for Julia, the soul of the South and in her warmhearted and funny new book, South Toward Home, she chronicles her adventures through the highs and the lows of Southern life—the Delta hot tamale festival, a masked ball, a rollicking party in a boat on a sandbar, scary Christian billboards, and the southern affection for the lowly possum. She writes about the southern penchant for making their own fun in every venue from a high-toned New Orleans dinner party to cocktail crawls on the streets of the French Quarter where to-go cups are de rigeur. And with as much hilarity as possible, Julia shines her light on the South’s more embarrassing tendencies like dry counties and the politics of lust. As she puts it, "My fellow Southerners have brought me the greatest joy—on the page, over the airwaves, around the dinner table, at the bar or, hell, in the checkout line." South Towards Home, with a foreword by Jon Meacham, is Julia Reed’s valentine to the place she loves best.