The late Marshall Frady, a New Journalism magazine writer from Georgia, wrote in a way that gave some of us a sugar high. Others felt his prose was too rich. Anyway, when I dip back into his books, I find myself writing down his phrases in a journal. Like this, on where Will Campbell found his ministry (the rural South where Trump would find support): “. . .the shabby outer precincts of the nation’s promise.” Or on Campbell himself: “. . his trust in all the mysterious supernatural machineries and alchemies of the Incarnation, the Blood Atonement. . .”
Here are two 2014 articles I wrote based on my research in the Frady Papers at Emory, one published in Literary Journalism Studies and the other in Journalism History.
‘Just as I Am’? Marshall Frady’s Making of Billy Graham
Cumming ‘So Splendid It Hurts,’ article in Journalism History Spring 2014 (40,1) pp. 59-64.
Jesse Jackson, Fidel Castro, and Marshall Frady, who seems happy to have finally met Fidel, nearly 40 years after Frady’s failed adolescent efforts to cover the Revolution.
Docs and musings 