Ethan Hawke Guest Columnist I first came across the name Flannery O’Connor when I was in high school idly scanning the spines of books in my parents’ living room.
I read a couple of the stories — “The Lame Shall Enter First” and “Everything That Rises Must Converge” — and became intrigued by the fact that my mother ranked O’Connor with the likes of William Faulkner and Tennessee Williams when it came to conjuring the white, post-Civil War, Southern persona.
Decades later, my daughter Maya introduced me to another side of O’Connor by giving me the writer’s “Prayer Journal” — a young woman’s search for meaning through musings addressed to God, all written in a lined notebook.
It was easy to fall in love with this achingly earnest young artist. “Dear God,” she wrote. “I cannot love Thee the way I want to.
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