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Grace Versus the Glamour of Evil in A Good Man Is Hard To Find
During an interview granted to Jubilee Magazine, Flannery O'Connor was reminded of something she had one time written to the effect that the creative action of the Christian's life is to set up his decease in Christ. The interviewer and then asked how this related to her work as a author? O'Connor replied, "I'm a born Catholic and decease has always been brother to my imagination. I can't imagine a story that doesn't properly terminate in it or in its foreshadowings."
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I can't imagine a story that doesn't properly cease in it or in its foreshadowings." one Flannery O'Connor was faithful to her own dictum and out of her two published collections of brusk stories twelve of the twenty end in death, and, of her 2 novels 1 begins with decease and the other ends in it, and each also features a murder. Untimely death, or its foreshadowing, is the eschatological theme underlying almost of O'Connor'south fiction, which, for the Christian, means that the concluding four things are; death, judgement, heaven and hell.
In her acclaimed short story "A Skillful Homo Is Hard To Find", O'Connor makes spectacular use of violent expiry to highlight this theme. The story is about a vacationing family murdered by a trio of psychopaths, and right from the beginning information technology is filled with portents of doom. First, nosotros witness the manipulative grandmother lecturing her blah son on the dangers of heading in the aforementioned direction (Florida) as this "Misfit...aloose from the Federal Pen." She tries unsuccessfully to gain his attention by saying, "'At present await here, Bailey, meet here, read this,' and she stood with one mitt on her thin hip and the other rattling the paper at his baldheaded head." The grandmother has another destination in mind. She would similar them all to visit East Tennessee, which the children have never visited, rather than Florida where they accept previously vacationed. For their part, the children bicker openly with their grandmother and disparage her to each other, while their father ignores them all, being absorbed by the daily newspaper'southward sport department. Concurrently, his homely looking wife just sits on the sofa saying zip as she spoon feeds the baby. The decision to head for Florida stands, and adjacent morn the family unit go in the car and embark their journeying. As they leave Atlanta and drive into the countryside, O'Connor tells us, "the trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled." The copse stand impassively but even the meanest the worst of them sparkle, symbolising the wilderness of skillful and evil the family unit is about to enter; a very Dantesque 2 epitome. But, it's non but the trees that sparkle; and then too practice the people the family encounter. Even in the Misfit leader of the killers an minute spark of goodness shows fleetingly right at the end of the story, and this comparison with "mean" trees that sparkle illustrates the uniquely sacramental view of life O'Connor portrays through her fiction.
To get quickly to the crux of the story, we'll just skim through the remaining portents of doom. O'Connor tells us that in the car the grandmother is dressed meticulously and then that "anybody seeing her dead on the highway would know that she was a lady." The family is not long on the journey when they pass a cotton wool field with five or six graves in it. "The family burying footing...that belonged to the plantation," the Grandmother announces, and the children ask what happened to the plantation. "Gone with the wind," the old lady tells them. They stop for a break at Red Sammy Butt's barbecue stand and learn in passing how several days earlier, Butt'south was ripped off by three men who filled their machine with gas and took off without paying. A short fourth dimension after we find ourselves with the family traveling along a winding clay road in search of an onetime mansion remembered past the Grandmother. The children, in an unruly brandish, have forced Bailey, against his better judgment, to seek out the place. The last thing Bailey wants is a detour on a clay road then earlier agreeing to search for the mansion, he warns his passengers, "this is the one and only time...we're going to finish." Prophetic words indeed. A short time later the Grandmother's true cat panics and springs from its basket in the dorsum, distracting the driver, and the automobile crashes off the route landing right side up in a ditch. The family sally from the partly wrecked vehicle and count the cost. The merely real injury is the mother's broken arm.
The crash has been witnessed past the Misfit and inside a short time he and his two sidekicks arrive on the scene. The Grandmother makes the error of albeit that she recognises the Misfit and he in turn orders his sidekicks to accept the female parent, father and children into the woods and execute them. Left alone with the Misfit the Grandmother attempts to talk him out of killing her. She prattles on nigh prayer and Jesus and attempts to bribe him with all the money she'southward got, causing the Misfit to reply, "in that location never was a body that give the undertaker a tip." And on the subject area of Jesus he continues, "Jesus was the only Ane that ever raised the dead and He shouldn't accept done it. He thrown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but throw away everything and follow Him, and if He didn't, and so it's zippo for you to practise simply enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way yous can past killing somebody or called-for down his firm or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure only meanness." Nonetheless, the Grandmother can't end prattling on until quite suddenly her head clears and she realises that both she and the Misfit are continued. They are both children of God. "Why, you lot're ane of my babies. Yous're one of my own children," she says and reaches out and touches him on the shoulder, and the Misfit retaliates past jumping up and shooting her. She had unwittingly told him the one affair he didn't desire to hear and paid for it with her life. She had touched a raw nerve and reminded the Misfit of his kinship and, by inference, his duty to all other human beings. Immediately afterward when one of his sidekicks talks nearly the fun they just had, the Misfit, realising the pointlessness of their actions, tells him to close up and says, "It's no real pleasure in life." For the Misfit, it is the beginning stage on the journeying of repentance. Writing well-nigh this meet later, O'Connor said that, "The story is a duel of sorts between the Grandmother and her superficial beliefs and the Misfit's more profoundly felt involvement with Christ's action, which set the world off balance for him." 3
For the Misfit (or anybody for that thing) the inconvenient matter about Christianity is its all or nothing character. Christianity is either true for everybody or non true for anybody. Both stances are dogmatic. One states that Jesus Christ is God, the other denies that belief. Neither position is provable, merely, if there is no such thing as a merciful God, then how tin can killing or murder exist a offense? Isn't murder just force? Isn't this earth just a product of blind force? So what is the big deal? If force is supreme then surely the do of the greatest strength would exist the greatest accomplishment; greater by far than mercy and justice, which sit at the opposite end of the "Force" scale. If Force is supreme, and then Justice is mere folly and, in conflict with Force/Natural Selection/Development etc, it should never have got off the footing. But first we had better define Justice. My definition is: the dignity and the freedom for each and every individual to be their unique selves. At present if Justice is really folly, at that place would exist no moral absolutes such equally the Ten Commandments and nosotros would and so accept to concur with what the Misfit told the Grandmother: "If He (Christ) didn't (enhance the dead), then it'southward zero for you to do but savor the few minutes you got left the best way you lot can by killing somebody or burning downward his house or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure but meanness."
Flannery O'Connor was familiar with the writings of Charles Pegúy, and with a deft impact she used fiction in "A Good Man Is Difficult To Find" to echo what Pegúy' stated in his essay "Clio I": "You (Christianity) have eternalised everything. You have grabbed all the values on the marketplace. And turned them all into infinite values. And at present i can no longer be sure of quiet for a unmarried moment." 4 O'Connor often plugged this theme in various ways in her lectures, one remark existence, "Redemption is meaningless unless there is a cause for it in the actual life we live," five and in 1959 she publicly reiterated her raison d'être saying, "I am no disbeliever in spiritual purpose and no vague believer. I come across from the standpoint of Christian orthodoxy. This means that for me the meaning of life is centred in our redemption by Christ and what I run across in the world I see in its relation to that." six The whole thrust of A Good Man Is Difficult To Observe is consistent with these avowals.
O'Connor had a high opinion of Dante Alighieri's writings, especially The Divine Comedy, and she could not take overlooked the aptness of the line, "As many coals produce a unmarried heat." 7 What a superb phrase to illumine the social role of Christianity. If nosotros turn that meaning around and imagine the fire of Christianity cooling, all hell (quite literally) breaks loose, making it plain that Christianity should not be respected but on account of its civilising role in history, but rather the unshakeable fact exists that the social and civil advantages gained past whatever State from its Christian roots have accrued every bit a direct event of the Missionary Church's main aim of saving souls.
So, what is information technology similar to be holy? For the private information technology is to increase and enhance goodness and happiness wherever he is. It is to arrive in some situation and leave it better than when he entered it. Authentic holiness is all about wholeness, which in plough is virtually balance in our lives the balance of sensible things and without that balance, joy and happiness become inaccessible. O'Connor touched on this when writing to Betty Hester, "Always you renounce a lesser good for a greater; the opposite is what sin is." 8 To shy away from holiness is to veer toward sin, but, much as we may desire otherwise, nosotros human being beings are incapable of leaving the transcendental alone. We're caught in a supernatural tug-of-war; one end of the rope is good and the other end evil. We seem to be scared that holiness might somehow make the states miserable, when in fact the reverse is the case, and inevitably we feel drawn to the evil end of the rope.
Flannery O'Connor'south undoubted sympathy for the Misfit in his situation is well covered past a few lines in another letter she wrote to Hester. "We are not judged by what we are basically. We are judged past how hard we utilise what we take been given. Success means nothing to the Lord, nor gracefulness," 9 and all the same later in the introduction to "A Memoir of Mary Ann" she wrote, "Most of u.s. have learned to be dispassionate virtually evil. To wait it in the face and observe, as oft as not, our own grinning reflections with which nosotros do non debate, but good is another matter. Few have stared at that long enough to accept the fact that its face too is grotesque, that in us the adept is something nether construction." x
Still, as noted before, that infinitesimal sparkle of goodness from the Misfit shows up clearly right almost the end of the story. Talking of the Grandmother he says, "She would of been a expert adult female if it had been somebody in that location to shoot her every minute of her life." Note the Misfit'southward use of that give-and-take good: similar all of usa he instinctively knows nigh good and evil and his comment applies to each and every ane of us irrespective of gender. In other words, who would non be well behaved if at that place were ever a loaded gun pointed at them? The threat of imminent expiry may be the simply way some people will ever understand the deep-seated reason for existence expert, which is a prime aspect of the Natural Law. Such a threat surely begs the question, should people be good considering of the fearfulness of penalisation or considering of their love for fellow human beings? Simply we're given a clue to the reply in the terminal line of the story where the Misfit utters those famous words showing his freely chosen change of center, "Information technology'due south (meanness) no real pleasure in life."
The Misfit had a crude upbringing and his behaviour had seldom conformed to the norms of eye class order. He told the Grandmother of how he had in one case had a "run in" with the so chosen Justice Arrangement (Forcefulness masquerading every bit Justice!), which, every bit everyone knows, is what governments use to tidy the frayed edges of gild. The Misfit got enjoyment from pain others because his experience of life had shown how others found enjoyment and pleasure in hurting and harming him. St Thomas Aquinas defined all evil as mistaking or misusing the ways for the cease. 11 The Misfit did exactly that. He made enjoyment and pleasure in offense an end in itself. He thought this was his right instead of remembering that rights and duties are intertwined. His killing of someone as old and helpless equally the Grandmother certainly opened his eyes and changed him and information technology is equally certain that the encounter inverse the Grandmother besides. With one brutal stroke God's Grace is shown to cut both means, causing each of the protagonists to come face to face up with the Mercy of God. Equally O'Connor said, "There is something in us, equally storytellers and as listeners to stories that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the take chances to be restored." 12 In "A Good Man Is Hard To Find" both the Misfit and the Grandmother are portrayed (admitting covertly) as being restored to a state of grace. 13 Truly, Flannery O'Connor was right when she wrote, "and the meanest of them sparkled," because somewhere deep inside each and every one of us lies the faculty to be good; that capacity to sparkle.
ENDNOTES
ane. Conversations With Flannery O'Connor. Rosemary Magee, ed. Mississippi: University of Mississippi Press. 107.
two. Dantesque: from Dante Alighieri 1265-1321. Italian Poet and writer of The Divine Comedy. Dante frequently used sacramental imagery.
3. "Alphabetic character to Mr. ." Flannery O'Connor: Collected Works. New York: Library of America, 1988. 1148.
iv. Pegúy Charles 1874-1914. French Poet and Thinker. "Clio I" extract from Temporal and Eternal. English edition. Harvil Printing, 1954.
5. "The Fiction Writer And His Country." Flannery O'Connor: Collected Works. New York: Library of America, 1988. 805.
half dozen. Ibid Pages 804-five
vii. Dante Alighieri. The Divine Comedy. "Paradiso." Canto 19: line 19.
8. "Letter of the alphabet to A." Flannery O'Connor: Collected Works. New York: Library of America, 1988. 978.
ix. Ibid Page 1082
ten. "A Memoir of Mary Ann." Flannery O'Connor: Collected Works. New York: Library of America, 1988. 830.
11. The attribute of good is constitute importantly in the terminate: and therefore the terminate stands in the relation of object to the act of the will, which is at the root of every sin. (St Thomas Aquinas: cf. Summa Theologica, two.ane.72.1, "reply to objection 1") Put simply this states, "All evil exists in the mistaking or misusing of the means for the terminate." (Hilaire Belloc: "The Cruise of The Nona.") Flannery O'Connor studied Thomas Aquinas.
12. "The Grotesque in Southern Fiction" Flannery O'Connor: Collected Works. New York: Library of America, 1988. 820.
thirteen. State of Grace: The state of beingness reconciled with God in His Mercy.
| About Flannery O'Connor |
| Flannery OConnor (19251964) is recognized as ane of the most important American writers of this century. In her curt life, Flannery O'Connor left a small and precious body of writing in which the voices of displaced persons affirm the grace of God in the grotesqueries of the world. Built-in Mary Flannery OConnor in Savannah in 1925, she spent a serene childhood in that location, although a series of displacements lay alee in her growing years. Her family unit were staunch Roman Catholics, a small religious minority in the Due south. Even as a kid in parochial schoolhouse, she was aware of existence regarded equally somehow unlike, although Savannah was where well-nigh Georgia Catholics lived at that time. In her mature years every bit a writer, many of her artistic contemporaries regarded whatever kind of orthodoxy as freakish, merely she never lost her vital connexion to her religion and her Church, and never lost the courage of her convictions, whether equally a Catholic or an artist. Her brief literary career was a race confronting time. The symptoms of lupus appeared just as she was finishing her kickoff novel, Wise Blood . The disease progressed with occasional remissions. Only, in fact it was only restrained by a medication that simultaneously damaged her bone structure. Enlightened of the fragility of her beingness, she wrote and revised with tireless intensity. Just two collections of stories, A Proficient Man Is Hard to Find and Everything That Rises Must Converge , and a 2d novel, The Violent Bear It Away , were all she was able to finish. The Fitzgeralds posthumously published her occasional prose in a drove entitled Mystery & Manners . Some years subsequently Sally Fitzgerald edited and published a choice of her celebrated letters under the title, The Habit of Being . Unfortunately, Flannery OConnors piece of work did not receive its highest honors until after her expiry, but her reputation has grown steadily and, today, she is everywhere recognized every bit one of the most important American writers of this century. During her most creative years, also the years of her concrete decline, she lived on a family farm outside Milledgeville, attended by a great flock of peacocks she loved to raise. She was a warmly receptive person who maintained her sharp sense of humor despite poor health. She died in Milledgeville in 1964 and is buried there near her male parent. Toward the cease of her life she wrote:
Her shocking message was, and is, Behold, the dwelling house of God is with men! |
Acknowledgement
Stephen Sparrow. "'And the Meanest of them Sparkled': Grace Versus the Glamour of Evil in 'A Good Man Is Hard To Find.'" Comforts of Dwelling (March, 2003).
Comforts of Home , is a spider web site dedicated to Flannery O'Connor.
This commodity is reprinted with permission from the author, Stephen Sparrow.
The Writer
Stephen Sparrow writes from New Zealand. He is retired and reads (and writes) for enjoyment, with a item interest in the work of Catholic authors Flannery O'Connor, Walker Percy, Sigrid Undset, Dante Alighieri and St Therese of Lisieux. He is married with five adult children. His other interests include fishing, hiking, photography and natural history, particularly New Zealand botany and ornithology. He is the writer of Rahnuk .
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