I enjoy reading and re-reading these excerpts from Flannery O’Connor’s stories and letters, and I have no serious complaint about the editor’s selections or organization of those excerpts into the four categories he has chosen: Christian Realism, Mother and Teacher, A Reason to Write, and The Province of Joy. I think the book would benefit from a more extensive discussion of why each of these categories (and why not others), and of why these particular selections. But the book is fine as is. After all, it’s Flannery O’Connor! Including her short story, “Revelation” as a sort of mid-point to this collection likewise does no damage thereto, though one could likewise ask ‘Why that story and not another?’
I’m less certain that Flannery O’Connor belongs in this Maryknoll Fathers/Orbis Books series entitled “Modern Spiritual Masters”, along with 18 other luminaries, but if Sally Fitzgerald approved it, I suppose it’s all right. Normally, I’d give this a 5 rating.
Unfortunately, with SF’s death at age 83, the editor (Robert Ellsberg) had to find someone to write the Introduction, and he settled upon a Fordham University English professor (who shall remain unnamed) who reminds me of nothing so much as Mrs. Turpin (the “wart hog” from hell) of O’Connor’s “Revelation.” For a full 35 pages (nearly 20% of this slim volume) he blathers on with that empty academic gibberish in which 40 meaningless words are used in place of four well-chosen ones. I quote: “As part of her dialogue with the age, the entreaty for guidance to the region of joy reminds us that the modern era has seen much but that we have not really lived until, with Ruby, we are privileged to gaze into the ‘life-giving knowledge’ that the luminous starry field in the night sky has set before us.”
Pretentious gag-worthy rubbish, says I. I thought only third-rate Victorian chick-lit novelists wrote like that.
Or, how about his inane comparison in which Ms. O’Connor is presented as some kind of Ella Fitzgerald of the Written Word. He certainly loves to hear himself jabber. Good Lord this man knows how to waste my time! Were he seated across from me in a doctor’s waiting room, I’d likely be driven to the same kind of outburst that seized Mary Grace in “Revelation”. A phone book to the face maybe.
Thus, my non-rating of this book. The idiocy of the Introduction totally annuls the five thumbs up I give it for the O’Connor excerpts. I just hope none of my kids were ever exposed to this guy at Fordham.
As for the rest of this ‘Spiritual Masters’ series, I think I’ll forego that bit of self-flagellation.