Florence King is back–in a big, hardcover book that will warm the cockles of every conservative, libertarian, and just-plain-cynical heart.
STET, Damnit!: The Misanthrope’s Corner, 1991 to 2002 lets you relive and relish the unsurpassed prose of one of America’s most heralded writers. Word for word, no one punched with the force of Miss King’s clock-cleaning verbiage! During her National Review tenure, no one but no one better expressed what was on our minds, as Florence derided dunderheads, disemboweled sacred cows, trashed trends, and lampooned the lame-brained. For over a decade her wise words were the proverbial two-by-four that smacked upside the thick and dense heads of busybodies, chin-droolers, feel-gooders, store-greeters, plagiarists, teddy-bear memorializers, whiners, wanna-be victims, crisis-counseling apostles, and many more of society’s more annoying types.
Now all that crackling prose, all that slashing, burning, vim, vigor, and verbal vinegar that made Florence King and “The Misanthrope’s Corner” a must-read has been collected — every single enjoyable, nincompoop-poohing word — in STET, Damnit! This handsome hardcover edition contains 524 pages of 200-proof pure-grain Florence, distilling every word from every column (including the typos we let slip through in the originals!) that the Mother of All Curmudgeons wrote for her revered National Review column. Florence’s back-page masterpieces still resound and reverberate — even a dozen years later, no matter how “dated” the topic, Miss King’s magic still dazzles. Her unorthodox and unexpected take on a sweeping array of subjects — politics, fads, court rulings, murderesses, scandals, recounts, you name it — remains crisp, fresh, insightful, intelligent, engaging, and always entertaining. The prose still snaps — and the terrible swift pen still slashes.
Florence King is the author of numerous books, including Southern Ladies and Gentlemen, With Charity Toward None: A Fond Look at Misanthropy, Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady, Reflections in a Jaundiced Eye, Lump It or Leave It, Wasp, Where Is Thy Sting?, and The Florence King Reader. A native of Washington, D.C., Miss King resides in Fredericksburg, VA.
What They Are Saying:
“King expresses her opinion with the subtlety–and effectiveness–of a flamethrower . . . savagely funny.”–Publishers Weekly
“Florence King comes on–as usual–like someone with Tourette’s syndrome at a diplomat’s ball . . . . With the mouth of a truck driver (one givent o protestations of hot flashes: and the mind of a Jesuit, she can write a mean tour de force.” –New York Times
“One of the few contemporary American essayists of sufficient pungency and wit to be always worth reading. . . if what she has is jaundice, would that everyone else could catch it.”–Washington Post
“King is an equal-opportunity vivisector. . . . If anyone or anything has been left out in her works so far, not to worry: The ax will fall in due time.”–Fort Worth Morning Star-Telegraph
“King, who delights in thrusting her stiletto into vulnerable underbellies, is in the first rank of American wits.”–Charlotte Observer
“She gargles neutron bombs for fun, can spit the eye out of a snake. . . packs a wallop as large as her tolerance level is small.”–The Columbus Dispatch
“She writes so well it makes my toes curl.”–Hartford Press
“Know them by the sacred cows they gore. Among satirists, the only writers who really deserve our close attention are those who make people nervous . . . like Florence King.”–Bookpage