blood --The violent bear it away --A good man is hard to find --The life you save may be your own --A stroke of good fortune --A temple of the Holy Ghost --The artificial nigger --A circle in the fire --A late encounter with the enemy --Good country people --The displaced person.
Critics note novels Wise Blood (1952) and The Violent Bear It Away (1960) and short stories, collected in such works as A Good Man Is Hard to Find (1955), of American writer Mary Flannery O'Connor for their explorations of religious faith and a spare literary style.
The Georgia state college for women educated O’Connor, who then studied writing at the Iowa writers' workshop and wrote much of Wise Blood at the colony of artists at Yaddo in upstate New York. She lived most of her adult life on Andalusia, ancestral farm of her family outside Milledgeville, Georgia.
O’Connor wrote Everything That Rises Must Converge (1964). When she died at the age of 39 years, America lost one of its most gifted writers at the height of her powers.
Survivors published her essays were published in Mystery and Manners (1969). Her Complete Stories, published posthumously in 1972, won the national book award for that year. Survivors published her letters in The Habit of Being (1979). In 1988, the Library of America published Collected Works of Flannery O'Connor, the first so honored postwar writer.
People in an online poll in 2009 voted her Complete Stories as the best book to win the national book award in the six-decade history of the contest.
O'Connor, a delicate Southern Catholic who lived a third of her life ravaged by lupus, was certainly acquainted with pain. Her stories reveal this much. Many readers and reviewers may wonder if she doesn't take a bit of artistic license with her definition of "grace," though. Considering her religious ideologies (which aren't hard to figure out, even after reading just one of these deliciously dark little tales), her unsubtle brutality isn't so unexpected. Look God directly in the face, the Bible says, and it completely and utterly destroys you.
It's safe to say that even if her characters don't always get an unobstructed view of their Creator, they all at least catch a glimpse. O'Connor is not shy about her beliefs, and in fact, her unswerving social sensibilities are part of what make her writing so delectable. Read closely, because every single detail is important and potent. And just like the Bible she adheres to so fervently, the endings to her stories are forecasted unapologetically by every word that comes before them.
This in no way ruins the power of those conclusions. Read a hundred interviews with a hundred writers, and I guarantee you that many of them will mention, as inspiration, "A Good Man Is Hard To Find." Sit down for twenty minutes with the hilarious and heart-breaking "River," and ask yourself if your foreknowledge didn't rob the final lines of their shuddering ferocity. Visit "A Displaced Person," meet "Enoch and the Gorilla," stay for awhile with "Greenleaf," and take a good long look at "A View of the Woods." You may find yourself wondering if there is any compassion and hope in O'Connor's world, but you'll never doubt that it is full of meaning, full of necessity, and full of heavenly fire.
There's a legitimate beef some may have with this collection. "O'Connor has written an amazing story," one of my friends once said. "I just don't know why she chose to write it thirty-one times." It's fair to say that O'Connor doesn't stray much from her predictably gruesome formula. But while her themes never change much (purification through fire, self-knowledge gained via self-destruction, and the immolations brought on by racism and doubt), her telling of them is so fine and so stark, the details themselves are what really showcase her writing's true brilliance and beauty.
This collection is arranged in chronological order, and it is part of the treat to see her ideas age as she does. Her final story, the aptly titled "Judgement Day" is a revision of her first story, "The Geranium." The differences between the two show most openly where O'Connor hides the hope and faith and love that many feel is missing from all the works between. O'Connor, like the God in which she believed, seems too ready to expose her characters to an amazing amount of pain and degredation. But if you look close enough, if you read every sentence carefully, you'll see that she makes necessary every sacrifice, every drop of blood, every harsh, scalding ray of sun. In an era now where authors tend to shock for shock's sake, O'Connor stands out as a timeless reminder that as senseless and vicious as life's stories may sometimes seem, there is still the chance that behind it all lies a deeper, knowable truth. That truth may come at some great costs, but, O'Connor seems to say, it is better to buy with your flesh something lasting and real, than to sell your soul for even a whole world of lies.
8/19/2010. Some friends are presenting an exhibit on Flannery O'Connor at The Meeting in Rimini, Italy this year, "Flannery O'Connor: A Limit with Infinite Measure." So, this is an opportunity for me to read O'Connor again.
flannery o' connor has a funny, ironic way she tells her stories, and i live for it. her southern gothic type of style is amazing- i love the specifics of it, as well as unearthing people to be not all that good.
she makes me giggle.
i read this in class, so i couldn't enjoy it as much... but i still love it.
I started reading Flannery O'Connor's short stories in college, and she rocked my world as a writer. I once wrote a paper on her writings called "Redemptive Violence," regarding her use of violence, aggression or even just violent emotional reactions to move the story toward its redemptive ending. I love how she gets to the point she wants to make in such an unconventional and surprising way. Every time.
Flannery O'Connor is a masterful short story writer. One of the greats. I've read her stories sporadically in high school and college, but reading her entire collection was the best idea I've had in a while. She perfected writing characters that you don't find yourself really liking much, but who you can't tear yourself away from reading about.
Some 5-star stories, some 4-star, and some 3-star. Quality literature all the way through, though. In that light, my star-system is based on my enjoyment of the read, not an overall judgment of the work's objective worth. I believe I would've enjoyed conversing with Ms. O'Connor, for I especially enjoyed the rare flashes of her humor.
I love Flannery, she's always gritty. There are some people who just bug you, or you don't feel that they are good, but you can't put into words why. Flannery has characters that do it for you. And it feels kind of nice to know that you weren't the only one irked by certain people.
Easily the best thing I've read so far this year. There are approximately thirty stories in this collection and I have a vivid recollection of each one. That's quite an accomplishment because I forget everything.