In Search of Flannery O'Connor
Arthur F. Kinney
Both students are dog tired when they find me in the outskirts of Atlanta because they have driven, day and night, to deliver the car. We meet to make the last leg of our pilgrimage to the Georgia heartland, to the region Flannery O'Connor used for nearly all her fiction. We are on the way to catalog the library she left behind, to see what it was that may have informed and guided her vision and her writing. When I take the wheel, they fall into fitful sleep, and I am alone. I am apprehensive, elated, curious, expectant: a Yankee come to the Deep South.
