What Would Flannery OConnor Say?
January-February 2017By Anne M. Maloney
Anne M. Maloney is a Department Chair and Associate Professor of Philosophy at St. Catherine University in St. Paul, Minnesota. Her articles have been published in Crisis, Human Life Review, and The Journal of Prolife Feminism. She has contributed chapters to two books, Living with Contradictions: Controversies in Feminist Social Ethics and Abortion: A New Generation of Catholic Responses, and is co-author of The Hand That Rocks the Cradle: Mothers, Sons & Leadership. She has appeared on CNN and National Public Radio.
Years ago, I was having coffee with some good friends, Catholic mothers just like me, and the conversation turned to our children and the toxic sexual culture in which they are soaking. One friend expressed her frustration that her daughters best friend had recently come out as a lesbian. I began to respond, Well, Flannery OConnor said , only to be interrupted, half comically, half seriously, by another friend. Oh my God, she said in mock frustration, is there any conversation we can have without you relating it somehow to Flannery OConnor?
After puzzling over that comment for several years, I have finally concluded that no, there probably isnt a contemporary conversation about love, faith, or morals that cannot be vastly enriched by asking, What would Flannery say? I can easily imagine my friend shooting back at me, Why on earth should we care what a Southern Catholic writer who died in 1964 thought about same-sex attraction? To provide an answer, I need to say something brief about the role Flannery OConnor played in my own life.
My love affair with Flannery OConnor began when I was in graduate school; it did not happen when I first read her fiction, which I found to be harsh, unfeeling, and strange. Evidently, I lacked a Flannery OConnor decoder ring. Then someone lent me a copy of The Habit of Being (1988), a collection of Flannerys letters, edited by Sally Fitzgerald, and just like that! my life was transformed. Flannerys letters reveal a woman who is strong, sane, and eminently funny. Even more important to me back then, as a lukewarm and lazy Catholic with doubts about many Church teachings, she was a hardheaded, smart, and thoroughly orthodox Catholic. One cannot read her letters without coming to know a woman for whom the Church is no crutch, no weakness, but rather a source of enduring challenge and strength.
Many of Flannerys wisest, funniest, and most touching letters were to a woman identified by Fitzgerald only as A. Not only was A not Catholic when she first wrote to Flannery, she was not even a theist. Flannery was immediately drawn to her, though, because she recognized a perceptive and witty reader who got what she was up to as a writer. At the beginning of their correspondence a correspondence that lasted from 1955 to 1964 A gave Flannery a good bit of grief about the Church, and in explaining her vision of Catholicism to this new friend, Flannery ensnared me as well as A. Her letters created in me a love for and understanding of my own faith.
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