I love stories and tales. I've heard them all my life; one of my earliest memories is begging my grandmother to "tell me tales." In college, I discovered so many of these old stories were older still--how the "Froggy Went A-Courtin'" song my Granddaddy taught me dated back to the courtship of Elizabeth I and the Duke of Anjou, or how my great-grandfather's "Who's Got My Big Toe?" came with the family from Ireland, centuries before.
This book is a gathering of stories and storytellers from all over the South. It starts with a forward from the National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough, TN (gee, it's grown since we went as kids), and ends in the swamps of Louisiana. It's history as story and parables, as memories and dreams. Some I'd heard--Wicked John, The Grey Man--and most I hadn't. It's a good book, and a thoughtful one. If you like such, I recommend this winding book. Then, go listen to The Moonlit Road podcast.