I've decided to forego a trip to Thoreau's Walden for a while and direct myself to the deep south of Flannery O'Connor through her collected works in the rather fine Library of America edition I picked up last year. The collection opens with her first novel Wise Blood and it's a blast. Southern Gothic on steroids. Every character a misfit, spouting the kind of craziness that gets so far under your skin it starts to sound rational.
Also finished the first of her short stories on offer: A Good Man Is Hard To Find. Like Steven King without the sentiment. Nasty. Creepy. Wunnerful.
Now considering reading something sane in tandem to keep a balance.
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