Here's another in the umpteen dozen books that fall into what must be one of the biggest genres of nonfiction literature these days: a travelogue of the South designed to investigate and explain what makes the American South the most mysterious, confusing, interesting, misunderstood, demonized, and romanticized region of the United States, usually focused on race. This one is written by a member of one of the most privileged families in Atlanta, the Candlers, the wealthy, philantropic, and politically prominent family connected to Coca-Cola, among other enterprises. As books of this genre go, it's a good one. Candler is a good writer. I enjoyed the journey, - although "enjoyed" doesn't seem the right word - and I learned things and made note of places that I would like to visit myself, so I recommend it to readers of southern history and travelogues. His description of the National Memorial for Peace and Justice in Montgomery took me there, masterfully. Two things stand out beyond that. First, Candler is a few years younger than me, and he attended Atlanta private schools that charge about $50,000 or more a year tuition today, but I was shocked to learn that my public school education in small-town south Georgia was better than his. He constantly refers to things he learned nothing about in school, but they were all part of my education. Secondly, this was the worst edited book that I've read in years, perhaps ever. Apparently, the University of South Carolina Press doesn't employ proofreaders. I ran into grammar errors, spelling errors, wrong words, and repeated words every few pages. I was so frustrated by the errors that it became difficult reading. (And while I'm complaining, the covers of the paperback both are permanently curled from normal reading.)