|Flannery O’Connor: Southern writer, |
devout Catholic. As with Shirley Jackson
in her unflinching prose, the horror
is in the humanity.
As one of the biggest assholes among asshole English majors you’ll ever meet, I can say there’s no defending that ghetto, nor any blame to be had for people properly hating it. But don’t throw out Flannery O’Connor with the dull, tepid bathwater of American Litra-chure.
O’Connor’s tale of a family’s encounter with a serial killer and his gang speaks for itself. Horror on, mothers.
For more details on the recording, and some quotes about O’Connor as an author, the Open Culture post from which I poached this recording is here.