Everything That Rises Must Converge, by Flannery O’Connor
In reading these stories I am reminded that O’Connor was a vastly better author of short stories tan I have given her credit for. Sometimes at least in my own mind I have slotted her with that lamentable tendency among many modern authors of writing about moral misfits and glorifying the dysfunctionality of the contemporary world. Yet while it is true that the author does spend a lot of time in her writings–indeed in nearly all of the stories here–in wallowing in the darkness of human sin and futility, she does so with a sharp eye towards the possibility of redemption and an unsentimental look at the hostility that many people who would consider themselves decent and modern people have towards the unpalatable truths of Scripture and divine revelation. If O’Connor’s Southern world is not as Christian as it fancies itself to…
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