Rosamund and God’s Little Acre

Bob Lee would love me if her were alive. So would Huey Newton.

Rosamond Press

Capturing Beauty


John Presco

Copyright 2020

After posting yesterday’s blog on Charles Shield’s webpage, I began to wonder if Harper Lee had been toppled from a perch of some kind. Was The South now without a Southern Masterpiece, a quintessential writer who wrote from the bosom of Beulieu Land? Then Erksine Caldwell popped in my mind. I had used his Tobacco Road to write a scathing review of Thomas Pynchon’s movie ‘Inherent Vice’.  I almost didn’t publish it figuring it  spelled doom for my career as an author. But, I had been unfriended by Shields and Boris Kackha for being… out of control Hippie Wannabe – on acid?

Once again my powerful muse was on target, and Tom may have realized what a genius I am by figuring out Caldwell is his hero – and his books have inspired his writing! Wow! Why not? I highly suspect my grandfather…

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