I am interrupting your regularly scheduled blog o' shite to cleanse your palettes with some real good shite.
As some of you may know because you posses the awesome power of telepathy, I am a mega-huge-crazy fan of the author Flannery O'Connor. She was an American novelist, short-storist, and essayist. And her work has been the single greatest influence on my writing to date. In fact, I can't think of anything I haven't written in the past 15+ years--including every post in this hot horse piss site--that has not been touched by her.
She lived on a farm in Milledgeville, Georgia her whole life which ended at the age of 39 from complications from lupus. (Which is truly a fucking bastard jackwagon disease!) Today is the anniversary of her death, so tonight I'm raising a glass of wine and giving thanks to my beloved muse while I fall in love with a few of her stories all over again. And I thought if you find anything I barf up here even mildly entertaining, perhaps you might like to get acquainted with her awesomeness.
The story that got me hooked, and is probably her most famous story is A Good Man Is Hard to Find, which you can read here: http://pegasus.cc.ucf.edu/~surette/goodman.html
And if you like stories with wooden legs and barnyard seduction, you may enjoy Good Country People:
http://faculty.weber.edu/Jyoung/English%206710/Good%20Country%20People.pdf
or you can watch this guy with the BEST STASHBEARD EVER give a commentary on the story:
I'll return you to your usual bog slop soon enough...now is the time to honor the great writer who has inspired me to give you literary vertigo.
"Only if we are secure in our beliefs can we see the comical side of the universe" --Flannery O'Connor
