JOSH LAJAUNIE GREW UP in the tiny 5,000-person hamlet of Chackbay, Louisiana, which is as way out there as it sounds. The road from New Orleans passes through miles of cypress swamp and narrows as it winds past sugar cane fields and flickering petrochemical plants. Billboards advertise airboat tours, drive-thru daiquiris, and hot boudin sausage, and then the road gets narrower, bumpier, and darker still, until finally it hits Bayou Lafourche, the autobahn of swamp country, lined with many little backwaters like Chackbay. Here, LaJaunie drawls, “the compass is this side of the bye-yuh, that side of the bye-yuh, up the bye-yuh, or down the bye-yuh.”
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