From 1955 until her death nine years later, Flannery O’Connor maintained a frank, wide-ranging and candid correspondence with Betty Hester, a clerk at an Atlanta-based credit union who had one day written O’Connor out of the blue. “I would like to know who this is,” O’Connor had responded, “who understands my stories.” Flannery O’Connor to …
Continua a leggere...“I believe and the Church teaches that God is as present in the idiot boy as in the genius”
