MacArhur Park
500 Miles from Bir-ming-ham: Umberto Eco and the New South
The New South aesthetic is farcical, but not irredeemably so.
Over pimento cheese fritters with bacon jam at a restaurant in South Georgia, I marveled at waiters in chambray shirts under plaid vests, distressed brick walls, and cocktail names like ‘rockin porch’. How, I wondered, had things down there come to such a pass? My companion, a Virginian who’d gone to a New England college, lightly objected to the rusty scythes and plows adorning the walls – wasn’t this a bit much?
The farm tools were almost a New South parody, the chiks comin’ home to roost. To the Georgian, it seems,…