Great southern fiction, particularly by women, is rooted first and foremost in a sense of place that plays itself out in the vignettes of daily life, families, tradition and attachment to a community.
When I was first contacted about reviewing THE WILDE WOMEN, Paula Wall's latest novel, I read the description provided that referred to two sisters with "hair black as midnight and eyes blazing blue" and "claws sharpened like stainless steel." Frankly, I thought I was being asked to review some sort of romantic potboiler. I know the southern literary tradition embraces the metaphor, but this seemed altogether over the top. However, I was be