I have to admit I had a vision when I started this particular column that it would be like a reality show competition judging table, with a constant flow of eliminated contestants.
I honestly need to get books out of my house. I’m 10-15 years from retirement and I have more books that I can imaginably take with me in almost any housing situation that I’m going to be able to plausibly afford. Admittedly cookbooks aren’t the worst clutter-creating offenders in our house, but there are more right now that I can shelve comfortably in the kitchen bookshelves. So sooner or later some of them are leaving whether I like them or not. It’s not quite Desert Island Discs in that sense, but the collection is going to need to eventually be down to the 20 or so books that I will actually use with some regularity.
So what happened with Sean Brock’s South?