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A naked purse-snatcher, a smartass redneck who understands the joke’s on us Yankees, and assorted other slimy bastards tell their sorry stories in this, the greatest work of art about the South since Barry Hannah’s Airships. My favorite: the newlywed who laments, “Why must everybody laugh at my mighty sword?” —Michael Little