Tuesday, February 8, 2022

the last book I ever read (Percival Everett's I Am Not Sidney Poitier, excerpt eight)

from I Am Not Sidney Poitier by Percival Everett:

The Georgia that surrounded Atlanta had lived up to its billing on my first migratory attempt. I made the short drive to the state’s edge in a quick dead sprint and fell into the next state, which turned out to be Alabama. Of course, I know it would be Alabama, but still I don’t think anyone is ever quite prepared for Alabama, though I imagined it appropriate and decent preparation for Mississippi; decent is a term the connotation of which I am here unable to articulate.

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