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A blog by Elena Maria Vidal.
Flannery O'Connor
was a Southern writer who, as Joyce Carol Oates once said, had less in
common with Faulkner than with Kafka and Kierkegaard. Isolated by poor
health and consumed by her fervent Catholic faith, O'Connor created
works of moral fiction that, according to Oates, “were not refined New Yorker
stories of the era in which nothing happens except inside the
characters' minds, but stories in which something happens of
irreversible magnitude, often death by violent means."
In imagining those events of irreversible magnitude, O'Connor could
sometimes seem outlandish--even cartoonish--but she strongly rejected
the notion that her perceptions of 20th century life were distorted.
“Writers who see by the light of their Christian faith will have, in
these times, the sharpest eye for the grotesque, for the perverse, and
for the unacceptable," O'Connor said. “To the hard of hearing you shout,
and for the almost-blind you draw large and startling figures." (Read more.)
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Courteous comments are welcome. If a comment is not published, it may be due to a technical error. At any rate, do not take offense; it is nothing personal. Slanderous comments will not be published. Anonymity may be tolerated, but politeness is required.
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