I read different books in different ways. There is the physical copy route, where I own an actual three-dimensional book, and attack it at various places with my blue highlighter. There is also the Kindle route, where somebody in a cloud somewhere saves all my magic highlights. And then there is the audio route, where you get to listen to somebody, and perhaps even the author, read a book to you. This book, Where I Come From, was an audio read for me, which I recommend, because Rick Bragg’s subject matter and Rick Bragg’s accent paired very nicely. They went together like tomatoes on white bread with mayo.
A good writer is someone who can hold your fascinated interest in his description of something you were not all that interested in . . . or wouldn’t ever be interested in, apart from having heard the author describe it. Rick Bragg is that kind of writer, and because he has a pick-up load of pungent descriptions of pretty much everything he sees, he makes you want to go see it too. Or perhaps, with some of his descriptions, you feel like you don’t need to go see it now because he already showed it to you.
Here is a man who can make you want to go to New Orleans, just to get something to eat. He will ensure that you never look at a skinny dog the same way again. You will find yourself wanting to figure out how you could get to Mobile Bay in such a way as to be able to see a jubilee. This is a book that will feed your innards.
A good friend recommended this book to me, which is the kind of thing good friends do.