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.