This is one of the better memoirs I've read in quite some time. I grabbed this ARC when it came in because I had read "Under the Tuscan Sun" many years ago and remembered how much I enjoyed it. I was not expecting this one to be so brilliantly remembered and so lyrically written.
Frances Mayes was born in 1940 and grew up in Fitzgerald, Georgia. Her two sisters were much older than she, so she was essentially raised as an only child in a town of 1 square mile, where her father managed the local textile mill. They were not extremely wealthy, but had the requisite black maid, beach vacations in Florida, entertained lavishly, and lacked for nothing. Her descriptions of playing in the woods, in the barn, on the beach as a young child essentially unsupervised, since helicopter parenting had not been invented yet, filled me with nostalgia for the type of childhood that doesn't seem possible any longer.
But........she also tells us of her parent's alcoholism, the horrible fights lasting til dawn, her grandfather's cruel bullying and racism, her father's death from cancer when she was 13, and her mother's descent into total helplessness. Yet these chapters are also very beautifully written, filled with her longing to escape. And she did escape, first into books, then into physical distance as she went off to college.
This memoir begins with her visit to Oxford, Mississippi to give a reading and book-signing at the famous Square Books. After long years in California and Italy, it triggers a longing to come home to the south. It ends with her descriptions of her present life in Hillsborough, NC, also home to many writers and artists, among them her neighbor, Alan Gurganus, Lee Smith, Michael Malone and others who seem to have formed an artists colony in this quaint little town next door to Durham and Chapel Hill.
She describes so perfectly how southerners are steeped in "something" (the heat, the food, the landscape?) that won't allow them to escape completely, even when the desire to get out is so strong for some. It's always there, waiting for us, ready to welcome us home.