An interesting post on Flannery O’Connor at University Diaries. Margaret Soltan, the author of UD, has a grudging respect for O’Connor’s skill as a writer, combined with a deep antipathy to her sense of the connection between grace and violence:
O’Connor believes we’re blind fools blundering through existence in the baddest of bad faith. Bestially dumb to human and spiritual realities, we receive our inevitable epiphanies as cartoonish hammer blows to the head.
Sounds sort of right to me, though I wonder whether O’Connor wouldn’t see this as a Northern misreading of her Southern sensibility. Anyone know more about O’Connor in this regard?
I learned recently, by the way, that Flannery O’Connor lived for several years in the middle part of the century with the translator Robert Fitzgerald and his wife in my home town of Redding, CT. In middle school they made a big deal of the fact that Mark Twain lived the last two years of his life in Redding. Somehow, they never mentioned O’Connor.