If you have spent any time at all in rural Mississippi, you'll know that what the uninitiated may roll their eyes at as exaggeration in plays and films is often simply a wild truth trapped out of context. And if you've ever been in certain small-town Mississippi churches on a Sunday morning, you'll realize that all those East Coast literary critics who accused Flannery O'Connor of grotesque hyperbole have never been to a small-town Mississippi evangelical church on a Sunday morning. The sweating, hollering, and testifying that goes on is its own vernacular, a language that's unintelligible to those who haven't been... More >>>