May is Short Story Month! Woo! I don't know how it started or who started it, but lots of litblog folks are playing along at home, including Matt and Callie and Dan and Jeff and probably lots of other people I'm not aware of at this moment. (Is there a sign up sheet? I always miss the sign up sheet. Drat.)
I guess you can count me in, what with my recent surge of interest in the form. To kick things off, I read "A Good Man is Hard to Find" by Flannery O'Connor the other night, and, from the perspective of one participating in intense critical discourse, I'd like to take this moment to say holy fucking shit, have you read this story? I had not. I had some memory of being in high school and reading something O'Connor wrote, maybe, and thinking it was sort of...symbolic and meaningful, in a stuffy and dull "answer the essay question" way. I have no idea what story it was. I think there was a sky? I don't know. But something somewhere suggested to me it was time to go back and revisit O'Connor's work. So I grabbed the A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories collection, and I read the title story, and, and, and it's like...holy fucking shit! What is that? What do you even do with that? Wow, ya know?