Showing posts with label flannery o'connor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flannery o'connor. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 03, 2024

I Don't Understand Flannery O'Connor. Help!

I was asked by someone in the Memoria Press office recently to help a lady who asked if there was a study guide on Flannery O'Connor's works. My response:

As far as I know, no such thing exists. However, there are still some resources that can help a reader appreciate her and understand what she is doing. The book Flannery O'Connor and the Christ-haunted South by Ralph Wood is excellent in that regard. Also, I would highly recommend watching the episode of PBS's American Masters on O'Connor. It is excellent and instructive. I also recommend reading at least some of her correspondence in The Habit of Being, a collection of her letters. It will help a person "get" O'Connor. Her biography is also included in the book The Life You Save May Be Your Own (taken from the title of one of her short stories), by Paul Elie. Hers is one of the four biographies in the book, which also covers the lives of Thomas Merton, Dorothy Day, and Walker Percy.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

What is it about Flannery O'Connor?

I've been reading Flannery O'Connor with a class and am once again reminded of what a startling and profound vision she has of the world--and how it speaks to modern students.

I have a class of high school seniors this year who are all very intelligent students, but most of them are the type who are concerned with getting through the program with A's rather than with viscerally engaging in the material we are reading. So I decided to give them a dose of Flannery. We read "Good Country People," one of my favorites. As soon as we started, they focused like a laser beam--for the first time this year. It was really astounding.

What is it about her that prompts this reaction? I notice two things.

Her impact, I think, first derives from her approach to both life and literature, which is the idea that both are incarnational. Her fiction might correctly be characterized as theological embodiment. There is no abstraction in her writing: it is all gritty, concrete, sometimes obscene reality. And although there is no preaching in her writing, all her writings are embodied sermons. She understood, with Aristotle and St. Thomas, that you get to the abstract through the concrete, not vice-versa. Compared to the characters encountered in O'Connor, the characters of most other authors are as ghosts, and the events mere fantastic dreams.

A reader of Flannery O'Connor encounters persons and things, and all the theological significance comes through them and them alone.

In addition to the concreteness of her writing is the starkness of the characters and the events she relates. I was talking to Wendell Berry about this one time and he said, "Yeah. She hits you with both crutches." Indeed. An O'Connor reader will be fascinated or repelled, but they cannot be indifferent. Her prose does not accomodate the lukewarm.

I could say more, but anything more I could say has been better said by Robert Wilkins in a recent post on his blog.