Welty was a short story writer and novelist who wrote mostly about the South. Lectures in the History of American Civilisation. Pretty impressive for a series of essays I think. She was born in in Jackson Mississippi, the eldest of three. It was one of a good many things I learned, almost without knowing it; it would be there when I needed it. In years ahead, when I wrote stories, atmosphere took its influential role from the start.
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Mar 30, Richard Derus rated it really liked it Rating: 4. A Curtain of Green both introduced and established Eudora Welty as in instinctive genius of short fiction, and in this groundbreaking collection, which includes "Powerhouse" and "Keela, the Outcast Indian Maiden," are the first great works of a great American writer. Diarmuid Russell, the superagent of his era, sold the collection on the strength of that A collection by an unknown barely published writer getting published by a major house?
The Muses. Here: Night fell. The darkness was thin, like some sleazy dress that has been worn and worn for many winters and always lets the cold through to the bones. Then the moon rose. A farm lay quite visible, like a white stone in water, among the stretches of deep woods in their colorless dead leaf.
The moonlight crossed everything, and lay upon the darkest shape of all, the farmhouse where the lamp had just been blown out. But the story, a chilling little piece, is plenty interesting. The story left me physically chilled. I am a major partisan of "Why I Live at the P. And I very politely took the sewing-machine motor I helped pay the most on to give Mama for Christmas back in , and a good big calendar, with the first-aid remedies on it. Hijinks ensue.
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With an introduction by Katherine Anne Porter. It seems to me almost impossible to discuss her work detachedly. Reading it twice has not given me any critical distance, but has only drawn me closer into its rich and magic world. To explain just why these stories impress one so appears as difficult as to define why an ordinary face, encountered by chance in the street, might suddenly reveal miraculous beauty, through a smile perhaps, or through an unexpected expression of sadness. Many of the stories are dark, weird and often unspeakably sad in mood, yet there is no trace of personal frustration in them, neither harshness nor sentimental resignation; but an alert, constant awareness of life as a whole, and that profound, intuitive understanding of life which enables the artist to accept it. It is this simple, natural acceptance of everything, of beauty and ugliness, insanity, cruelty and gentle faith which helps the author create her characters with such clear sureness.
A curtain of green, and other stories
A Curtain of Green and Other Stories
A Curtain of Green