What strikes me as particularly Southern so far is all the language that the narrator uses to describe people. "Then a second later a little bald-headed fellow wearing a white coat which ought to have been in the week's wash…"-page 8. The narrator describes the man's coat and how it should have been in the laundry in a very Southern way, by building up to it over a long sentence. Where as someone from anywhere else might've just said;  then a second later a small bald man wearing a dirty coat… You can easily see the difference and how the sentence that is actually in the book is Southern by the way it flows compared to the other sentence. "Then the Boss spied a fellow at the far end of the soda fountain, a tall, gaunt-shanked, malarial, leather-faced side of jerked venison, wearing jean pants and a brace of mustaches hanging off the kind of face you see in photographs of General Forrest's cavalrymen…"-page 9.  That is one of the greatest descriptions of a person I have ever seen. The whole sentence just flows in this great long superfluous way that just perfectly describes the way this man looks in a one hundred percent Southern way. There is no way that someone who wasn't from the South would have even thought of using a description that long just to describe someones face.