Really? He writes like he hated it and hopes never to go home. Like Sinclair Lewis, who gained status and fame by despising his Midwestern roots and noisily repining, in his novels about Gopher Prairie, for the leafy boulevards of Paris, afternoons spent drinking wine and dissipating, and the idle palaver of 19th-century left-wing intellectual wannabe's about the latest French novel. But perhaps I'm overcharacterizing him a bit.
I believe that shortly after the publication of this book, Dreher and his wife and kids moved back to Louisiana to rec-connect with all that in a highly personal way.
So you may want to re-calibrate your impression.