November 8, 2012
Mark Royden Winchell on “the Southernness of Robert Frost” ( Sewanee Review, Winter 2011)

JOAN Didion once observed that “certain places seem to exist because someone has written about them. … A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image.” By this standard Robert Frost can clearly lay claim to rural New England. The locale “north of Boston” lives in our collective imagination largely because he wrote about it. For that reason it may seem strange to argue that Frost’s sensibility was also shaped by other locations. We know that he was born in San Francisco and spent his first eleven years in California. As a young man he lived in England and published his first book as an expatriate. Above even these places, however, Frost felt a deep affinity for the American South. Not only was he a small a agrarian, but he also maintained important personal and professional ties with two members of the Nashville Agrarian movement - John Crowe Ransom and Donald Davidson. Moreover his view of the world (particularly the part of it that pertained to politics) put him closer to William Gilmore Simms than to Harriet Beecher Stowe.

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June 14, 2012
Getting to Know Natasha Trethewey Through Her Writing: On Whitman, Civil War Memory, and My South (VQR, ‘05)

by Natasha Trethewey
(Copyright University of Virginia Spring 2005)

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! my South!

O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!

-Walt Whitman

I. The New South

A few years ago I was interviewed for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution-a newspaper whose slogan used to be “Covering Dixie Like the Dew”-and later, when the article appeared, the headline read, “Poet Digs at secrets in Her South.” Not long after that, I received several e-mail and phone messages from a marketing representative who wanted to get a few lines from me about “my South.” In the messages, he said it wouldn’t take long and that his firm couldn’t pay me for my comments. Well, I was busy, and besides that, I figured he didn’t want to hear what I really think about the South. Most likely, he probably wanted some sound-bite clichés about how I like my grits, sweet tea, or barbecue, about how we southerners like sitting on porches and after-church visiting.

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