Of course, there is a danger in how he renders an understanding of the South—we are to trust his sources, assume the sample is varied and valid, as well as have faith in the complete nature of the information provided. His account of the influence of the affair on prominent Americans is peripheral and of li- mited significance. Washington, proved to be a disappointment. As in Charleston, he sensed decay and a loss of purpose. Blacks like heroes but are oppressed by demons, by continuing white indifference or contempt, which infects them so that they have the same feelings, or lack of feeling, about themselves, even if they are successful and respected Atlanta politicians. And he seemed to listen to and portray men better--the women seem a little silly and inarticulate. There is an element of inductive reasoning in his writing in which he finds southerners as extra-religious based on his informants, both black and white, who seemingly confirm this hypothesis.
Scholars, however, will find little new in either data or interpre- tation. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Sunday Times Naipaul writes as if a modern oracle has chosen to speak through him. The exact date of Naipaul's journey is not mentioned, but evidently it occurred in a spring and sum- mer during the mid-to-late 1980s. I think he was surprised to find, by talking to many people black and white, that this isn't so and also that religion is a robust influence there. He is an excellent writer of serious intent.
We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new formsof scholarship. His asthmatic condition improved as he traveled to Alabama and Mississippi, and so did his disposi- tion. First trade edition of V. He admits that at the start of his journey he had no central theme. The book works to compare the American South to its geographical neighbors, the nations of the Caribbean.
Things I should have known or more likely have just forgotten. Naipaul also traveled in Muslim countries, trying to understand the religion and its adherents. He puzzles over race, religion, history, and culture. I'm happy to have come to this book twenty years after my family first moved to the South and ten years after leaving it. I don't know much about Dixie apart from reading and watching Gone With the Wind, or books about Elvis Presley, so this book was an interesting perspective. Washington, proved to be a disappointment.
He died on August 11, 2018 at the age of 85. Naipaul's memories of his own culture and its history add footnotes to the stories he is told but, more than anything, it is the people Naipaul meets and their thoughts and ideas which make this book so interesting and valuable. Fully aware of the dangers of presentism, he nonetheless con- cludes that our contemporary experience with issues that agitate race relations, precisely the same ones debated during Recon- This content downloaded from 188. That was the preconceived notion I brought to the book, that Naipaul's prose would flow like magic. He managed to highlight many sites in the South, but only managed to direct his conversations to a limited number of topics. To me it seems the problems are more socioeconomic than racial. He's curious about racism, religion, red necks, politics, music, the Klu Klux Klan, the Civil War, the Civil Rights Movement, plantations, slavery, economics and how they all come together.
There are few rhetorical flourishes; the reporting is quiet; but one has the feeling, even when the setting is otherwise described, that the interviews are taking place in a large room, where small figures converse in an acoustic engineered by the interviewer. Naipaul is a good writer and it shows. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. He can go no further creatively until he comes to terms with the African part of his heritage. So, I began this book by being surprised.
I don't care what V. Among those who shared the common view of the Ante-Bellum past as a sort of paradise, but held it in a more than commonly lofty way, was the poet Allen Tate, the subject here of an admiringly candid memoir by Walter Sullivan. First of all — of course — was the issue of segregation. Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed. Quite as important for his task as detachment, however, is involvement.
He was recklessly generous and very selfish though still self-destructive , especially where women were concerned; he could be unscrupulous, he made mischief, and it was impossible not to like him. My impression, however, is that he seems to have begun with some preconceived ideas, especially about the give and take between the races. The Civil War and its lingering effects on loyalties and ways of thinking; the importance of religion and the sense of community it fosters; the Civil Rights movement, its results and its continuing struggles; and the pervasive awareness of colour, race, and family history; all these are an important part of Naipaul's book. Disclaimer:A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. Naipaul thinks about that statement. Pressing a bruise, it's comforting.