I was rereading the review of Flannery: A Life of Flannery O’Connor that I mentioned yesterday , and I ran across this puzzling sentence:
You could read all of O’Connor’s work and conclude that she hated God, with an amused and bitter hatred; you could, with somewhat less support, imagine that she loved God and all his creation; but you could not emerge from a thorough reading and conclude that she was indifferent to God.
Is there really less supporting the idea that O’Connor loved God? I find that hard to believe, given that this is a woman who said in her letters that the Church “is the only thing that is going to make the terrible world we are coming to endurable” and that “I feel that if I were not a Catholic I would have no reason to write, no reason to see, no reason ever to feel horrified or even to enjoy anything.”
You can find another review of Flannery that is more sensitive to O’Connor’s faith over at If Flannery Had A Blog . . .
