Outer Dark (1968)
Flowers, he said. It ain’t even got a name.
Confession: I have never been to the American South. The closest I’ve been is Texas and the DC area, but those don’t really count. So all I really know about the South is what I see in movies and read in books. And, let me tell you, it doesn’t really seem like all that pleasant a place to be. Mostly the South seems like some kind of backwards devil-haunted jungle straight out of your steaming and lurid nightmares. Surely there are nice places (probably the closer you get to a college the better) but I wouldn’t count on it. The South is as foreign to me as Guatemala, the Moon, or Ancient Mesopotamia.