Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe: A Novelby Fannie Flagg
The remarkable novel of two Southern friendships--the basis of the hit film--available for the first time in large print.
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THE WEEMS WEEKLY
(WHISTLE STOP, ALABAMA'S WEEKLY BULLETIN)
June 12, 1929
The Whistle Stop Cafe opened up last week, right next door to me at the post office, and owners Idgie
Threadgoode and Ruth Jamison said business has been good ever since. Idgie says that for people who know her not to worry about getting poisoned, she is not cooking. All the cooking is being done by two colored women, Sipsey and Onzell, and the barbecue is being cooked by Big George, who is Onzell's husband.
If there is anybody that has not been there yet, Idgie says that the breakfast hours are from 5:30-7:30, and you can get eggs, grits, biscuits, bacon, sausage, ham and red-eye gravy, and coffee for 25 [cts.].
For lunch and supper you can have: fried chicken;
pork chops and gravy; catfish; chicken and dumplings;
or a barbecue plate; and your choice of three vegetables, biscuits or cornbread, and your drink and dessert--for 35 [cts.].
She said the vegetables are: creamed corn; fried green tomatoes; fried okra; collard or turnip greens; black-eyed peas; candied yams; butter beans or lima beans.
And pie for dessert.
My other half, Wilbur, and I ate there the other night,
and it was so good he says he might not ever eat at home again. Ha. Ha. I wish this were true. I spend all my time cooking for the big lug, and still can't keep him filled up.
By the way, Idgie says that one of her hens laid an egg with a ten-dollar bill in it.
... Dot Weems ...
ROSE TERRACE NURSING HOME
OLD MONTGOMERY HIGHWAY
DECEMBER 15, 1985
Evelyn Couch had come to Rose Terrace with her husband, Ed,
who was visiting his mother, Big Momma, a recent but reluctant arrival. Evelyn had just escaped them both and had gone into the visitors' lounge in the back, where she could enjoy her candy bar in peace and quiet. But the moment she sat down, the old woman beside her began to talk ...
"Now, you ask me the year somebody got married ... who they married ... or what the bride's mother wore, and nine times out of ten
I can tell you, but for the life of me, I cain't tell you when it was I
got to be so old. It just sorta slipped up on me. The first time I
noticed it was June of this year, when I was in the hospital for my gallbladder, which they still have, or maybe they threw it out by now ... who knows. That heavyset nurse had just given me another one of those Fleet enemas they're so fond of over there when I
noticed what they had on my arm. It was a white band that said:
Mrs. Cleo Threadgoode ... an eighty-six-year-old woman.
"When I got back home, I told my friend Mrs. Otis, I guess the only thing left for us to do is to sit around and get ready to croak....
She said she preferred the term pass over to the other side. Poor thing, I didn't have the heart to tell her that no matter what you call it, we're all gonna croak, just the same ...
"It's funny, when you're a child you think time will never go by,
but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you're on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me. One day I was a little girl and the next I was a grown woman, with bosoms and hair on my private parts. I missed the whole thing. But then, I never was too smart in school or otherwise ...
"Mrs. Otis and I are from Whistle Stop, a little town about ten miles from here, out by the railroad yards.... She's lived down the street from me for the past thirty years or so, and after her husband died, her son and daughter-in-law had a fit for her to come and live at the nursing home, and they asked me to come with her. I told them I'd stay with her for a while--she doesn't know it yet, but I'm going back home just as soon as she gets settled in good.
"It's not too bad out here. The other day, we all got Christmas corsages to wear on our coats. Mine had little shiny red Christmas balls on it, and Mrs. Otis had a Santy Claus face on hers. But I was sad to give up my kitty, though.
"They won't let you have one here, and I miss her. I've always had a kitty or two, my whole life. I gave her to that little girl next door, the one who's been watering my geraniums. I've got me four cement pots on the front porch, just full of geraniums.
"My friend Mrs. Otis is only seventy-eight and real sweet, but she's a nervous kind of person. I had my gallstones in a Mason jar by my bed, and she made me hide them. Said they made her depressed. Mrs. Otis is just a little bit of somethin', but as you can see, I'm a big woman. Big bones and all.
"But I never drove a car ... I've been stranded most all my life.
Always stayed close to home. Always had to wait for somebody to come and carry me to the store or to the doctor or down to the church. Years ago, you used to be able to take a trolley to
Birmingham, but they stopped running a long time ago. The only thing I'd do different if I could go back would be to get myself a driver's license.
"You know, it's funny what you'll miss when you're away from home. Now me, I miss the smell of coffee ... and bacon frying in the morning. You cain't smell anything they've got cooking out here,
and you cain't get a thing that's fried. Everything here is boiled up,
with not a piece of salt on it! I wouldn't give you a plugged nickel for anything boiled, would you?"
The old lady didn't wait for an answer ".... I used to love my crackers and buttermilk, or my buttermilk and cornbread,
in the afternoon. I like to smash it all up in my glass and eat it with a spoon, but you cain't eat in public like you can at home
... can you? ... And I miss wood.
"My house is nothing but just a little old railroad shack of a house, with a living room, bedroom, and a kitchen. But it's wood,
with pine walls inside. Just what I like. I don't like a plaster wall.
They seem ... oh, I don't know, kinda cold and stark-like.
"I brought a picture with me that I had at home, of a girl in a swing with a castle and pretty blue bubbles in the background, to hang in my room, but that nurse here said the girl was naked from the waist up and not appropriate. You know, I've had that picture for fifty years and I never knew she was naked. If you ask me, I
don't think the old men they've got here can see well enough to notice that she's bare-breasted. But, this is a Methodist home, so she's in the closet with my gallstones.
"I'll be glad to get home.... Of course, my house is a mess. I
haven't been able to sweep for a while. I went out and threw my broom at some old, noisy bluejays that were fighting and, wouldn't you know it, my broom stuck up there in the tree. I've got to get someone to get it down for me when I get back.
"Anyway, the other night, when Mrs. Otis's son took us home from the Christmas tea they had at the church, he drove us over the railroad tracks, out by where the cafe used to be, and on up First
Street, right past the old Threadgoode place. Of course, most of the house is all boarded up and falling down now, but when we came down the street, the headlights hit the windows in such a way that, just for a minute, that house looked to me just like it had so many of those nights, some seventy years ago, all lit up and full of fun and noise. I could hear people laughing, and Essie Rue pounding away at the piano in the parlor;
'Buffalo Gal, Won't You Come Out Tonight' or 'The Big Rock Candy
Mountain,' and I could almost see Idgie Threadgoode sitting in the chinaberry tree, howling like a dog every time Essie Rue tried to sing. She always said that Essie Rue could sing about as well as a cow could dance. I guess, driving by that house and me being so homesick made me go back in my mind ...
"I remember it just like it was yesterday, but then I don't think there's anything about the Threadgoode family I don't remember.
Good Lord, I should, I've lived right next door to them from the day
I was born, and I married one of the boys.
"There were nine children, and three of the girls, Essie Rue and the twins, were more or less my own age, so I was always over there playing and having spend-the-night parties. My own mother died of consumption when I was four, and when my daddy died, up in Nashville, I just stayed on for good. I guess you might say the spend-the-night party never ended..."
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Meet the Author
Fannie Flagg began writing and producing television specials at age
nineteen and went on to distinguish herself as an actress and a writer in
television, films, and the theater. Her first novel, Daisy Fay and The
Miracle Man, spent ten weeks on the New York Times paperback
bestseller list, and her second novel, Fried Green Tomatoes at the
Whistle Stop Cafe, was on the same list for thirty-six weeks. It was
produced by Universal Pictures as the feature film Fried Green
Tomatoes. Flagg's script was nominated for both the Writers Guild of
America and an Academy Award, and it won the highly regarded
Scripters Award. Flagg narrated both novels on audiocassette and
received a Grammy Award nomination for Best Spoken Word.
Her latest novel is titled Welcome to the World, Baby Girl! She lives
in California and Alabama.
- Montecito, California
- Date of Birth:
- September 21, 1944
- Place of Birth:
- Birmingham, Alabama
- The University of Alabama
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I'm a fanatic of Fried Green Tomatoes. So, of course, I had to have the audio book, read by the author herself, Fannie Flagg. And she does not disappoint. Her southern drawl is cute and she knows how to act the lines (she was involved in the theater before jumping into writing).
Although...for all those who know the movie and the book like the palm of their hand, a word of caution: you'll miss the actresses's voices (in the case of the movie) and many of the delicious details of the book that were left behind in this abridged version (like the catfish joke Idgie and Stump played on unsuspecting visitors and when Idgie first met Ruth and when Ruth went away). I think it's because reading verbatim from the book would've made it too long, but I still resent that they left so much out.
This audio book is really for the hardcore fans. Anyone else will tire of it. But Fannie Flagg is delightful and it gives this CD that extra something when you know the woman who cooked this story up is telling you the story from her own lips.
Buy this if you fell in love with Ruth and Idgie and Ninny and Evelyn. It'll add to the collection you probably already have revolving around Fried Green Tomatoes. I love the sotries that stick with you the rest of your life. My recommendations are exactly that.
Evelyn Couch is having a midlife crisis. She was brought up to be a "good girl" and do everything she was "supposed" to do, which was to marry a good man and become a wife and mother. She did, but now that her children are grown and out of the house, Evelyn is feeling that life has passed her by. She is realizing that the current world is so very different from the one she grew up in and she does not know how to cope. On top of that, she realizes that her relationship with her husband is drifting farther and farther apart. Many days, she sits at home alone, overeating and wishing for the courage to end her life. Things begin to change when she meets Cleo Threadgood, a resident at a local Alabama nursing home. Cleo regales Evelyn with stories of her family and friends, growing up in a small town named Whistle Stop, Alabama. Through these stories and numerous visits with Cleo, Evelyn begins to reevaluate her life and discover for the first time, the kind of woman that she wants to become. This is my favorite book. I suppose it resonated so well with me because I read it for the first time when I was in college, trying to figure out who I was, much like Ruth. There are strong themes of hope, resilience, perseverance, and change, in this story. I never get tired of reading this book because the author writes with such passion and poignancy that it draws me in every time. As stated earlier, these characters feel like friends who I want to visit over and over.
This is my favortie book! My favorite book is Fried Green Tomatoes, and The Outsiders! I LOVE THIS BOOK! Best book I've EVER READ IN MY LIFE. I LOVE THE MOVIE TOO. Please read this book. It is soo good and SOO worth the money.(: I wish I could give it 100000000 stars!
The big surprise (to me) was how accurately the movie follows the book. Obviously there is much more detail, but unlike many book-based movies, this one is astonishingly true to the book. The movie did not cover the Whistle Stop weekly news bites, and the ending is a little different than the movie (I can see why they did what they did though). Deep south recipes are included (yes, fried green tomatoes too).
Jackson McCrae's southern book 'Bark of the Dogwood' set me off on a journey to read more about this wonderful story-telling-prone area. Thus I found Mrs. Flagg's 'Fried Green Tomatoes.' A superb book, this is a perfect story with tugs at the heartstrings and drama.
I read about 3 books a week and this is still my all-time fave by far.
This book, along with the books 'Certain Girls' and 'Barring Some Unforeseen Accident' are some of my favorites. FGT as it is loving known to most of us, is posibly the best Southern book written (modern book). And it's one of the few that was made into a fantastic movie. The story of friendship, southern culture, and love will warm your heart and make you laugh
I would recommend this book to any one of any age. The book is well written with mystery, humor, culture and intrigue. I just love the characters. Ruth and Idgie are just so cute and endearing. The author is masterful at pulling you into this little town of heart.
Saw the movie long ago Finished the book just the other day So very fond of FF way with words Became a fan when first reading her Can't Wait To Get To Heaven Learned then & there I would read everything I could find that she Authored!!! Enjoyed the ending of the movie more so then the books' ending needless to say as to why No one wants to lose a new found frienship so soon after this bond was formed And unless I am mistaken, I so much more enjoyed the little twist at the end of the movie in which Evelyn is heartened to learn she has Idgie beside her as a matter of fact!!! The one and only Bee Charmer Herself & life goes on with them together!!! The entire book is simply GREAT!!! Simply happier with movies' ending. FBLBGBarone
Love books better but the movie was awesome loved it!!
Even better than the book! You woyld love it and it is even easier to follow.
The love these two women share is beyond compare. An absolutly beautifully written book that holds so much with every passing page.
For once i must say i liked the movie better
Love this book. Love these characters.
I love this book! I've seen the movie several times and, although I love it, always felt like it was leaving things out. The movie, for sake of acceptable watch time and not having to find actors to portray the characters throughout their long lives cataloged in the book. The vivid, delightful, depressing, and amazing world depicted by Fannie Flagg almost makes me wish I had grown up in a small Alabama town during the Depression. Just the right mix of humor, drama, and emotion to make a truly great and forever re-readable novel.