Reading Harry Caudill in Trump’s Kentucky

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I wrote about Harry Caudill and the contemporary relevance of his magisterial Night Comes to the Cumberlands for Louisville Public Media/WFPL earlier this week. The piece is here.

Here’s a snippet:

Night Comes to the Cumberlands is one of those strange books that is more known about than read. Similar to W.J. Cash’s The Mind of the South, much of Night’s power stems from the poetic conviction and narrative verve of the author.

That’s really just a way of saying that if Caudill wrote today, the book wouldn’t survive a dissertation defense. The book lacks footnotes. It privileges robust truth over rigid fact, often playing loose and fast with minor details. The book exudes a manic energy, a relentless moral inertia. This is an ungainly metaphor, but Caudill writes like he’s falling down a staircase — he may not touch each step as he tumbles, but for the most part he ends up at the bottom of things.

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