by Flannery O'Connor
Flannery O’Connor never ceases to amaze me, and her last collection of stories, Everything That Rises Must Converge is a masterpiece. I always feel giddy when I run into a good short story collection, especially when I find one where I ended up enjoying every single story. O’Connor has a knack for w...
Adult children who hate their parents just because they find that parent’s values and beliefs stupid. Sons feuding with mothers, fathers feuding with daughters, everyone feuding with their neighbors. Smug and self-satisfied do-gooders thinking themselves better than the racists while they use people...
Great set of short stories. All the stories had a strong Southern theme, often dealing with issues of race and civil rights. Her characters are seriously flawed and yet so quirky that they are likeable. I will definitely read more of her work.
Couldn't finish this one. Just too depressing. Well-written, but not for me.
"Go back to hell where you came from, you old wart hog"There is no doubt. I am a Flannery O’ Connor junkie. I can’t think of anything she’s written I haven’t loved. Even her letters and essays ring true. She is, to some degree, a product of her environment, and her use of certain words can grate on ...
Dark, Dark stories filled with petty, vindictive, ugly, intolerant little people. O'Connor is among the best at letting you into someone's head. The small snarky comment you have in your head when your having a bad day. That small sense of superiority you briefly feel when meeting someone less fortu...
Wickedly concise and bone-true, these stories have given me a lot to think about. Flannery O'Connor sets up these infallible situations where awful people only get what they deserve, but usually at the expense of the good people around them. Didn't I feel just terrible laughing.This edition had a gl...
This lovely collection of sentimental stories is just the thing for a rainy Sunday when you want to curl up on the couch and read your blues away. Just try to read the title story, in which a beloved mother learns she has something surprising in common with a woman of color, without feeling your sp...
This is a book of short stories written my Flannery O'Connor shortly before she died. Since it is the first thing that I have read by her, I don't know if that colored her tone in this book, or if she always writes with the same voice, but I have to say I did not enjoy it. Unlike Virginia Woolf or...
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