I'm one of those idiots* who laughs when someone says "deliverance" and has heard a few jokes about, um, dishonored sisters. I've heard a little about the poverty and lack of education in some nonspecific mountain ranges over towards the east (this includes all the mountains east of the Rockies for me). I'm sorry for my ignorance. I've made my last pretty mouth joke and sent my last dueling banjos video link.

This is not to say that there may not be truth behind the lamentably lurid portrayals. I guess when life is difficult and a wider sense of the world and peoples isn't available, certain city manners and prudeness just don't develop. But maybe laughing about it all indicates a lower and meaner sense of humor than I want to own.

Why do I feel this now? This is a beautiful novel. The boring way to say it is that this covers 6 generations of the Ingledew family and certain significant people around them in a town called Stay More, and each chapter begins with a sketch of a building that relates to the goings on of that chapter. I wasn't sure if introducing that bit of oddness, magical realism?, near the end was a good thing?

The better way to describe the wonderful is to say I couldn't wait to get home to read this. There was so much that surprised me with how lovely and purposefully this unfolded, and a great deal of hilarity, pathos, storytime wonder, sweetness.

Thank you, again and again, karen. You're a gr god. ;o)






*We are many: "Since its recognition as a distinctive region in the late 19th century, Appalachia has been a source of enduring myths and distortions regarding the isolation, temperament, and behavior of its inhabitants. Early 20th-century writers focused on sensationalistic aspects of the region's culture, such as moonshining and clan feuding, and often portrayed the region's inhabitants as uneducated and prone to impulsive acts of violence. Sociological studies in the 1960s and 1970s helped to deconstruct these stereotypes, although popular media continued to perpetuate the image of Appalachia as a culturally backward region into the 21st century.[2]" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Appalachia (citing wikipedia probably isn't the best way to lift the idiot from me....) ( )

I've just read two of the Stay More books so far, and they were quite different, but both wonderful. In this one, the story involves early settlers dealing first with Indians, and later with the Civil War. The years sweep by children are born and new farms cut out of the forest.

It was Friday night, a week ago. I was in Seoul, alone in my hotel room, facing a long shabbat with nothing to do but read. I started reading this book at 10pm. By the time I went to sleep, at 5am, I was half-way through it. The only reason I stopped was that I wanted to give myself a few more days of pleasure, instead of finishing it all in one go.

This is an epic novel that traces several generations of the Ingledews, the first settlers of the town of Stay More in Arkansas. The town was named so by the Indian the brothers met upon arriving in Arkansas (or rather, John met, as Noah was scared shitless of the native and ran to the woods). This Indian, Fanshaw, who spoke English with a British accent, referred to the Ingledew dwelling by this name because John kept telling him politely to "stay more" every time he came to visit. So it is only natural that the town dwellers became knows as the Stay Morons.

This wonderful book has twenty chapters. Each chapter opens with an illustration of a building, and through the story of that building and its distinctive architecture, Harington weaves the tale of Stay More and the Stay Morons. The tale makes its way through the Civil War, the Great Depression and two World Wars, gradually building a world which entrances the reader and makes him fall in love with its inhabitants. These hillibillys, with their simple ways and their reluctance to adapt to PROG RESS, go through good and bad but stay fiercely proud of their home town. The men work hard, which makes them come down with bad cases of the Frakes, a mysterious incapacitating disease that makes life seem utterly pointless, but they also enjoy the simple pleasures in life: hunting, fornicating, or simply sitting around on the porch of the town's general store or mill. The wives are busy producing children and taking care of their homes, although most of them turn out to be much smarter than the men.

The best way I can find to describe this novel is to call it the "American 100 years of Solitude". It will make you laugh aloud, it will make you smile, it will make you ponder life and it will definitely change the way you think about early American settlers and their modern-day offspring. I don't recall how I came by this book and why I bought it, but I'm so thankful I did. ( )

I had never heard of Donald Harington and, since I’m also interested in regional architecture, the title caught my eye. When I picked it up I also happened to be in a phase of reading regional authors (G.B. Edwards, Jean Giono, etc.). I had such a great time with Harington’s droll sense of humor, his keen eye for character and his straightforward style of relating even the most unconventional things that I was immediately propelled through many of his other books. Unlike another reviewer (woctune), I enjoy the Harington’s more “reserved” (if one can use that word with him) style. To my taste the “crazy sex with ghosts” stuff is simply preposterous, which is not to say that it isn’t funny, but to me the denizens of Stay More as depicted in The Architecture of the Arkansas Ozarks is note-perfect. ( )

This is a good overview the history of Stay More, and an excellent novel on it's own, but it's a little blander than the usual Harington fare. There's structure and order and less crazy sex with ghosts, for example. I love his outrageousness, I think the farther he goes over the line, the better he gets. So this wasn't my absolute favorite. But I did enjoy it very much. ( )