When I was in a band a hundred years ago, we used to tour a lot. We spent an ton of time in the South. Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia, Florida. Wherever there was a college, we probably played there. Or at least slept there in some girls dorm room or on the floor of a fraternity house.

But that was another life. Anyway, I spent a lot of time reading while we were driving from place to place. Some of the stuff I read was geographically discovered.  When at Ole’ Miss you find yourself reading William Faulkner of course.  But when in Georgia I found myself attached to Flannery O’Connor.

Now I imagine there are other famous Georgian writers. I even imagine I have read some of their works. But Flannery O’Connor stole my heart. From the first story I read through to the very last, I was in love with her writing. She was wicked, funny, sad, brave, and weird. A perfect combination for me. And her stories dripped of the South. The people, the places, it was pure southern culture coming off the pages.

It has been 20 years since I’ve really read her stuff. I was reminded today of how much I loved her work. I have just pulled her “The Complete Stories” off of my book shelf and I will be taking it to Germany with me to reread again.

If you have not read her, then run to a book store and buy her books. Now get going.

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