This was a great book that took you on a journey that felt both profound and deeply connected to the ways in which ignorance, racism, and fear permeate small communities.
Stories like this about the Deep South and its segregation and poverty can be hard to read, but I love how this book really gets into people’s heads. Like inside. It’s not some sweeping epic, it doesn’t get lost in pointless descriptions, it just gets into the heads of its few characters and stays there. How did a fading old-time political man from the South hold onto his outdated views? Who enabled it? What happens when a dying man refuses to believe his prognosis? Or a black man moves into a white neighbourhood with his baby grand? Or a black cook discovers pension laws?
Dying to read The Heart is a Lonely Hunter now. Also, the life of Carson itself looked pretty interesting too!
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