The Habit of Being

Flannery O'Connor

Freedom, true freedom as O’Connor defines it, one proffered to man by a God of order, requires the annihilation of self, the destruction of pride, vanity, inordinate self-interest, and respectability to achieve saving grace. It is a lesson O’Connor’s characters must learn the hard way and one we, her readers, engulfed as we are in an age increasingly technological, material, and wholly sensual, where religion has been reduced to the quaintness of long discarded habits, are in danger of not learning at all.

Flannery O’Connor: A Brief Introduction to Her Themes and Symbols

millionsmillions:

“Here is a rare recording of Flannery O’Connor reading an early version of her witty and revealing essay, ‘Some Aspects of the Grotesque in Southern Fiction’”

millionsmillions:

Here is a rare recording of Flannery O’Connor reading an early version of her witty and revealing essay, ‘Some Aspects of the Grotesque in Southern Fiction’”

the Rumblr: Feast Day (for Flannery O'Connor)

therumpus:

Rita Mae Reese

When we eat wheat we devour the sun
so in this room filled with permanent flowers
let us celebrate not with fasting
but with Red Sammy Butts’ barbecue.
Lord, let us sink to our knees under the weight
of Southern appetites. Let us devour
meatballs & turnip greens, rum…

(Source: therumpus.net)

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theparisreview:

“I don’t deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it.”
Happy Birthday, Flannery O’Connor!

theparisreview:

“I don’t deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it.”

Happy Birthday, Flannery O’Connor!

union-maid:

Flannery O’Connor

union-maid:

Flannery O’Connor

(Source: indypendenthistory, via savage-america)

For the fiction writer, to believe nothing is to see nothing.

Flannery O’Connor, letter to Shirley Abbott, 17 March 1956

Fiction is the concrete expression of mystery - mystery that is lived.

Flannery O’Connor, letter to Eileen Hall, 10 March 56

When you write a novel, if you have been honest about it and if your conscience is clear, then it seems to me that you have to leave the rest in God’s hands. When the book leaves your hands, it belongs to God. He may use it to save a few souls or to try a few others, but I think that for the writer to worry about this is to take over God’s business.

Flannery O’Connor, letter to Eileen Hall, 10 March 1956

As an undergraduate I didn’t even know what fiction was but in graduate school I began to find out by reading and writing it. I think this is about the only way to find out…

Flannery O’Connor, letter to Shirley Abbott, 7 March 1956