A sprawling, messy, and affectionate story unfolds as a white southern family hosts a 1920s wedding in the Mississippi Delta. The narrative is filled with Welty's lush descriptive passages that draw the reader in and make them feel as if they are part of the scene. For example, "It was a soft day, brimming with the light of afternoon. The gold mass of the distant shade trees seemed to dance, to sway, under the plum-colored sky. On either side of their horses' feet the cotton twinkled like stars."
The wedding action takes place over just a few days, but Welty manages to pack a tremendous amount of family history and character study into those few days. She captures the cruelty and thoughtlessness that can exist within a family, but also records the considerable caring. However, her glancing mention of black characters is a flaw in this 1946 book, as she refuses to take a more honest look at that aspect of life in the Delta.
Nine-year-old cousin Laura, who attends the family celebration as a guest, craves the family togetherness like a drug. "The Fairchilds' movements were quick and on the instant, and that made you wonder, are they free? Laura was certain that they were compelled - their favorite word." The family's eccentricities, hopeless idealism, persistent belief in myth and magic, and unmovable sense of place in the Delta all add to the charm of the story. Each white character is deftly drawn and captivating, such as the slight and delicate mother who seems almost too fragile for life. I read the book as much for the beautiful pictures it painted as for the story itself.