It took me a long time to read Everything that Rises Must Converge, but that’s not because I didn’t like it. Now that I have a job, I’ve been reading a lot less. I get up, go to work, come home, and watch bad TV. I’ve only been reading during my (very short) break at work and just before I go to bed. I’m glad I’ve gotten ahead in my quota. Also, it’s too damn hot around here to read. The high today was 109. I know I said last winter that I’d rather it be 100 degrees outside than fifty, but 109 is just ridiculous. I’m working with window units here.
Anyway. The only Flannery O’Connor I remember reading before this was ye olde high school and college favorite, “A Good Man Is Hard to Find,” which, I guess, I liked well enough. I’ve never been one for southern lit in general, though I’ve always loved A Confederacy of Dunces, and I’ve grown to like Faulkner a lot. I enjoyed Tom Sawyer, though I don’t have any interest in other Twain.
But O’Connor! She’s fantastic! I have a new favorite short story writer. I’m not sure which of these short stories I like best: they’re all really, really good, and they deserve a second (and third!) reading. I’m sitting here staring at the list of stories, trying to single one out, but I really can’t, so I won’t.
Everything that Rises Must Converge is O’Connor’s last collection. She was still working on it when she died. She only published one other collection, A Good Man Is Hard to Find, so I might pick that up at the liberry. Where I work.
Speaking of the liberry, I’ve been thinking about writing a series of book reviews for their blog. This post would not be a good example of a review, though I’ve been considering looking into gearing my entries more toward the formal. We’ll see if I can doff my laziness for a bit.