[Since
we will spend three days discussing O’Connor’s works, the next three
biographical posts will be organized into a general overview of O’Connor’s life
(today), a look at her literary works and career by Mary Walle, and then we
will finish up with a deeper look at her connection to Catholicism, compliments
of Brijit Spencer…]
Mary Flannery O’Connor, considered
to be one of the greatest American fiction writers and an important Roman
Catholic apologist, was born in Savannah, Georgia on March 25, 1925. She was
the only child of Regina Cline and Edward O’Connor. She attended Catholic
school in Savannah until her family moved to Milledgeville, GA in 1938. Upon
arriving in Milledgeville she attended Peabody Laboratory School, associated
with George State College for Women (now Georgia College and State University).
When she was fifteen her father was stricken with lupus and died, leaving
Flannery devastated.
As
a result of her father’s death, Flannery decided to remain in Milledgeville and
study in an accelerated three-year program at GSCW. She was a dedicated reader
and artist and served as editor and contributor cartoons, fiction essays, and
poems to her college’s literary magazine, The
Corinthian. Her friends described her as gifted and shy as well as
disdainful of mediocrity. Upon her graduation she was given a scholarship to
the State University of Iowa (now the University of Iowa) to pursue a graduate
degree in journalism.
Shortly
after she arrived in Iowa, she realized that she was not suited for journalism
and switched to studying creative writing after the obtaining the approval of
Paul Engle, head of the Writer’s Workshop . During this time, O’Connor built
relationships with other important writers in her program including Andrew
Lytle, the editor of Sewanee Review,
who later published many of her short stories. Paul Engle later recalled that
O'Connor
was so intensely shy and possessed such a nasal southern drawl that he himself
read her stories aloud to workshop classes. He also asserted that O'Connor was
one of the most gifted writers he had ever taught. Engle was the first to read
and comment on the initial drafts of what would become Wise Blood, her first novel, published in 1952.
The
blossoming writer completed her M.F.A. in 1947 and was subsequently accepted to
Yaddo, an artist’s retreat in Saratoga Springs, NY. She later moved into the
garage apartment of Sally and Robert Fitzgerald (the famous literary critic and
translator) in Connecticut. While living in Connecticut, Flannery found that
living with the devoutly Catholic Fitzgeralds helped her obtain a “balance of
solitude and communion necessary to her creativity and her intellectual and
spiritual life.”
These
productive years of living and writing were interrupted in 1950 when Flannery
was stricken with the same incurable autoimmune disease that killed her father.
She soon returned to Milledgeville where she would live and write for the rest
of her life. She lived just outside of town on her family farm, called
Andalusia. In her final fourteen years, she devoted her time to writing and
taking a few trips to lecture about her works. She raised peacocks (an
important symbol in some of her stories) and stayed in touch with the literary
world by maintaining correspondence with many different writers.
Following
a period of remission of her lupus, it returned in early 1964 during a surgery
to remove a fibroid tumor. After several days in a coma, Flannery died on
August 3, 1964 and was buried beside her father. In 1979, Sally Fitzgerald
edited and published a posthumous collection of O’Connors letters entitled Habit of Being: Letters. This collection
received very warm reviews as readers were able to see beyond her shocking
stories, into her astute intellect as well as her warm, witty personality.
Quoted and paraphrased from:
Gordon,
Sarah. "Flannery O'Connor (1925-1964)." New Georgia Encyclopedia.
2009. University of Georgia Press.
Web. 19 Jan. 2012.
<http://www.georgiaencyclopedia.org/nge/Article.jsp?id=h-498>.
Thanks for including that bit about the peacocks. My mom likes to play a balancing game with my niece and nephew with peacock feathers. They put the point on the tip of their finger and if they keep their eye on the blue "eye" of the feather, it usually remains upright. It's a nice metaphor, considering that it's intended to mean that if you keep your eye on God everything remains steady.
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