The Sweet Spot
In search of a state's cuisine.
Some experts claim all Louisianans contributed to the state's food—except the black ones.
An installment in Local Fare, a food column by John T. Edge.
Integration came early to barbecue. (And it remained, after the Civil Rights Movement came and went, while schools and other public accommodations re-segregated.) That’s the story we chowhounds tell, with a whiff of self-satisfaction.
A short story by Barry Hannah, from our very first issue.
In Alabama, some black farmers maintain a collective strength.
The writer makes four points about the singer-songwriter Vic Chesnutt: “He was a person who had lost the use of his legs, the enjoyment of his own body, and the first line of the first song from his first record is, “I dreamed I was a’ dancin’,” and he was so good, you don’t notice.”
