Showing posts with label Flannery O'Conner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flannery O'Conner. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Freedom and sin

The Catholic novelist believes that you destroy your freedom by sin; the modern readers believe, I think, that you gain it in that way.
Flannery O’Conner

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The redemptive act

There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least to be offered the chance to be restored. The reader of today looks for this motion, and rightly so, but what he has forgotten is the cost of it. His sense of evil is diluted or lacking altogether, and so he has forgotten the price of restoration. When he reads a novel, he wants either his senses tormented or his spirits raised. He wants to be transported, instantly, either to mock damnation or a mock innocence.
Flannery O’Conner

Monday, January 09, 2006

The most successful country?

What these editorial writers fail to realize is that the writer who emphasizes spiritual values is very likely to take the darkest view of all of what he sees in this country today. For him, the fact that we are the most powerful and the wealthiest nation in the world doesn't mean a thing in any positive sense. The sharper the light of faith, the more glaring are apt to be the distortions the writer sees in the life around him.
Flannery O'Conner

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

The price of words

It is true, I think, that these are times when the financial rewards for sorry writing are much greater than those for good writing. There are certain cases in which, if you can only learn to write poorly enough, you can make a great deal of money.
    Flannery O’Conner

This makes me think of the Da Vinci Code among countless other modern day collection of words they call "literature".

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Southern (non)Comfort

Whenever I'm asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one. To be able to recognize a freak, you have to have some conception of the whole man, and in the South the general conception of man is still, in the main, theological. That is a large statement, and it is dangerous to make it, for almost anything you say about Southern belief can be denied in the next breath with equal propriety. But approaching the subject from the standpoint of the writer, I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted.
    Flannery O’Conner