It seems like some politician or celebrity is always
apologizing these days for having “misspoken” about someone or something. The
apologies usually are along the lines of, “I’m sorry you were offended by…” as opposed
to, “I was a stupid doofus and deserve to be put on an ice floe and shoved out
to sea for having said…”
Today, I’m going to write about a book that might possibly
be considered offensive by some uptight folks – mostly Free Will Southern
Baptists – in today’s climate. Certainly, some of the reviews on Good Reads did
seem awfully prissy. But, let me make one thing perfectly clear: Clyde Edgerton
is NOT a stupid doofus. Far from it. He’s a treasure and does NOT deserve to
get anywhere near an ice floe. So, all you grim and scowling “Gotcha’ Squads” should
go look somewhere else because I have no intention of saying, “I’m sorry you
were offended by…”
Edgerton’s very first novel, RANEY, written in 1985 is,
simply, hilarious. It is also, less simply, very wise.
Then, too, it has the best jacket blurb I’ve ever read. From Roy
Blount, Jr.: “A funny, deft, heartening book. If I were single, I’d marry it.” Me,
too. I not only laughed out loud, I kept following my husband around the house
yelling, “You gotta’ hear this. Lemme read this to you.”
The book details the engagement and marriage of Raney Bell and
Charles Shepherd. Raney and her family worship at the Bethel Free Will Baptist
Church where folks know what’s right and what’s just plain wrong. Her daddy
owns the Hope Road General Store. The Bells are small-town, conservative folks
who don’t drink demon alcohol or curse or look at dirty magazines or socialize
with African-Americans. Raney attended Listre Community College and, as the
book opens, is newly engaged to Charles Shepherd, the assistant librarian at
the Community College.
Charles’ family is from big-city Atlanta. His father’s a
doctor. His mama’s a vegetarian. They’re Episcopalian and liberals and involved
in