Letters

摘要

I grew up in the '60s and '70s in rural Georgia and found myself both cringing and cheering as I read Christopher Dickey's "Southern Discomfort" (Aug. 11). The South is no doubt confounding and alluring. I have spent a great deal of my 50 years trying to make sense of a childhood riddled with images of poverty and degradation, heroism and faith, great irony and a painful sentimentality. Dickey did a masterful job capturing my home and its peculiar brand of American politics.