Posts Tagged: Flannery O’Connor
In his By the Book interview at the New York Times, Colson Whitehead claims he doesn’t know the name of his all-time favorite novelist:
…because they never wrote anything. They had no inkling they had a knack for writing, so instead channeled that talent into being really nice to family, friends and strangers.
Oliver Bendorf reviews A PRAYER JOURNAL by Flannery O’Connor today in The Rumpus Book Reviews....more
Apparently from the age of 5 until entering the Iowa Writers Workshop, Flannery O’Connor was an avid cartoonist! Publishing in her high school and college publications, O’Connor’s drawings poke at the student life in a humorous way. Check out the story at Brain Pickings and see the illustrations for yourself....more
“Dear God, I don’t want to have invented my faith to satisfy my weakness.
My dear God, how stupid we people are until You give us something
Dear Lord, please make me want you.
Can’t anyone teach me how to pray?”
While going through an archive of Flannery O’Connor’s personal papers, Professor W.A....more
Have you seen these photos of famous authors as teenagers?
The best are the ones with some text around them—for example, a local newspaper’s write-up of Flannery O’Connor’s youthful books about geese, and a yearbook description of “Peggy” Atwood’s “not-so-secret ambition…to write THE Canadian novel.”...more
You know what Ernest Hemingway looked like and what his writing sounded like—but what did he smell like?
Inspired by a perfume on Etsy called “Dead Writers,” Book Riot’s Amanda Nelson imagines scents named after various canonical authors.
Our favorites include Flannery O’Connor (“Church incense, soap, vanilla, ginger”) and Edgar Allen Poe (“Poppies, absinthe, sandalwood, and mold”)....more
Timothy Leo Taranto illustrates some of literature’s greats, including David Foster Wallace and Gromit, Flan-nery O’Connor, and John Frankensteinbeck....more
For the Atlantic‘s “By Heart,” “a series in which authors share and discuss their all-time favorite passages in literature,” Jim Shepard discusses Flannery O’Connor, James Joyce, and the painfully fleeting nature of epiphany:
This kind of conversion notion is based on a very comforting idea—that if only we had sufficient information, we wouldn’t act badly.
Apparently, as a college student, O’Connor developed a taste for making linoleum cuts, which appeared in the college’s newspaper along with awesomely quipy captions directed at the pompousness of student life and the faculty.
Barry Moser, who is writing the introduction to the upcoming book on O’Connor’s early art, likens her linoleum technique and general temperament to her keen eye for gesture: All the poses her figures strike seem realistic, despite her rarely using references....more
The great Southern novelist and story writer William Gay died at his home in Hohenwald, Tennessee, on February 23rd of this year, at the age of 70....more
Most people writing to their favorite authors do not, I’d guess, think they will get an answer back, and perhaps Betty Hester didn’t either. She was not a scholar and she was not a writer, herself. She was a 32-year-old clerk at a credit bureau in Atlanta the first time she wrote to Flannery O’Connor, in the middle of July 1955....more
In light of a forthcoming publication of Flannery O’Connor’s early drawings, this Guardian article takes a look at her cartoons.
The drawings—taken from the author’s high school and undergraduate years—are characterized as “O’Connor’s entry point to creativity” and reveal the beginnings of “the darkness” that would become central to her fiction....more
Before I say anything about book blog land today, I want to thank Brian Spears, our Poetry and Saturday Editor here at The Rumpus, for putting together some of the best information on Haiti I’ve been able to find anywhere....more