ABSTRACT
There is nothing fashionable about Florence King. She lives in small-town Virginia, likes being called a spinster and defends cigarette smokers. The only thing even remotely trendy about her was the lesbianism she wrote about in Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady, and she gave that up when it took on political overtones. “I don’t mind being regarded as perverted and unnatural,” she writes in this new book, “but I would die if people thought I was a Democrat.” (Wait. You haven’t seen the photograph on the cover of this book. It makes the smiling author look like that adolescent nightmare, an omniscient junior-high teacher. The .22 pistol she’s holding makes it even more obvious that this is a woman you don’t want to mess with.)
