![]() ![]() King was an expert categorizer of people: Southern ladies and gentlemen (“other people enter houses but Southerners surge in on the wings of speech”) “that many-splendored thing called a good ole boy” High WASPs, whose priorities can be gleaned from their grocery lists (“Alpo, 9-Lives, Harper’s, tomato juice, Worcestershire, Tabasco, vodka, food”) the New Hypochondriacs, who “want to skip both illness and health so they can get to prevention and recovery, co-dependency and enabling ” and William “Bill” Fletcher, the embodiment of the regular American guy. She was a humorist, columnist for the conservative journal National Review, literary critic, onetime smut writer, and misanthrope who “dwelled in that 14th Amendment of the human spirit known as ‘Everybody stinks.’” (Her words.) Humans may have been unworthy of her respect, but language was sacred: “I don’t care what people do to each other but I care passionately about what they do to English.” ![]() Florence King, author of Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady, died this January at the age of 80. ![]()
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