Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings won the 1939 Pulitzer Prize for her novel “The Yearling,” the story of the impact a boy’s pet deer has on a family in a backwater swamp in Florida. It’s a sentimental movie (I’ve not read the book, but likely will) that, even with what is sure to be some Hollywood cleansing, isn’t too hokey.
That book drew its details from Cross Creek, Fla., the place where Rawlings lived much of her adult life, having purchased an orange grove with an inheritance from her mother. Why she chose to live in such a raw place—she was born in Washington, D.C.—isn’t explored in her wonderful memoir “Cross Creek” and that’s about the only fault in it. (Well, there’s another one, but that’s to come later.) Continue reading “Classics Challengers: ‘Cross Creek’ is a lovely work, but of a bygone era”