Flannery O'Connor. She is, unparallelled. Like jumping off a cliff into the netherworld of dark reality. It's heartbreaking and ugly. But somehow magnetic and cleansing in a way that the being impaled by a white hot sword of righteousness might feel. Seriously, she's crazy. I didn't really like her much at first, but I think reading her letters has helped me see a little better into her mind and stories. They are not for the faint of heart (and I do think I have a faint heart... most of the time).
So somehow, sitting with her in the afternoon seems like the most wonderful way to spend a couple kid- napping hours. In a twisted and horrifically wonderful kind of way.
I'm off my head!