As a Georgia cracker, myself, I have no problem identifying the connection between Georgia girl, Carson McCullers, and barbecued pork. If you are what you eat, I suspect Carson, like 98 percent of her fellow Georgia crackers, was, in fact, a plate of barbecued pork with some sweet baked beans, fried okra, sweet iced tea, and peach cobbler, all reconstituted into human form. What else could explain her penetrating analysis of the human condition and the state of the world at her young age?