I read "Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady" and realized I was a misanthrope. No longer did I have to wonder why my loved ones annoyed me, why I didn't want to hang out with friends past a certain point, why I couldn't wrap my mind around the concept of solitary confinement as a punishment.
I read this book at thirteen, and my world fell into place. When Jenzy died, Herb delivered her eulogy, in which he included this quote from Cervantes: "A lady is a woman who is so resolved to be respected that she can make herself so even amidst an army of soldiers". Granny failed at making Florence a "lady" in the long run, but she kept trying to her dying breath. Of course, Granny and Jenzy were my favorites in this biography. So it's guaranteed to be be offensive to many, and it was published in 1985 before political correctness was introduced. Florence King is honest about her feelings and her life, in addition to being funny as Hell. Or just leave your imagination aside, because the scenes in this book are wonderful enough without it.Ī word of warning to some readers. Just imagine Florence going to graduate school in Mississippi in 1960 and realizing that she was a lesbian. Just imagine this group of people living in Washington, D.C. Granny, determined to make a lady of Florence since she had failed so miserably with her own daughter, and Jenzy, Granny's black best friend who lived with them. A mother who smoked, drank and cussed with the best of them. A bookish British father (Herb) who made his living as a musician. This time around, it was just as funny, but I also appreciated the love and respect Florence had for her family, eccentric misfits all. I read this many years ago and loved it because of the humor.
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