Awww, Flannery O'Conner could've been a Buffista:
O'Connor described herself as a "pigeon-toed only child with a receding chin and a you-leave-me-alone-or-I'll-bite-you complex." When O'Connor was five she taught a chicken to walk backwards, and it was this that led to her first experience of being a celebrity. The Pathé News people filmed "Little Mary O'Connor" with her trained chicken, and showed the film around the country. She said, "That was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. It's all been downhill from there."
Flannery O'Conner could've been a Buffista
Take that back. I was never that miserable.
you-leave-me-alone-or-I'll-bite-you
New tag! And she's dead, so she can't say no.
Nevada Barr's mysteries. Murder and mayhem in the national parks, featuring park ranger Anna Pigeon. She does a good job of capturing the atmosphere of the locations.
I definitely second Nevada Barr's, though I warn you that several of them will really make you want to VISIT the national parks!!
... and this is a problem, why?
(I mean, in the immediate, in-the-hospital time frame, yes, but...)
Take that back. I was never that miserable.
She managed to write some memorably, spectacularly miserable characters, but Flannery herself wasn't miserable. I read all 700-some odd pages of her collected letters, and she really does come across as a Buffista before Buffistas were: snarky, sly, occasionally outright goofy, and equally capable of being mockingly delighted by the awfulness of kitsch and moved by the emotion behind it; full of geeky passions and delights; interested in the world outside her town and the universe inside her own mind. Sometimes a little terse when the lupus was excruciating, but often darkly witty even then.
Eloquent as Nutty and ita combined in her cold dissection of lousy writing and lazy logic; as simultaneously passionate and wry as Cindy writing about her faith; as irritated by, occasionally resentful of her dependency on, and kindred-spirit snarkily proud and loving of her mother as erika; tender in her notation of the green and growing and fruiting products of her land as Betsy; fiendish as MM in her elaborate scorn of hypocrites and monstrous fools; loyal to her friends as any Buffista, willing to sprint around the world for them when she couldn't walk to her own front door. And able to deliver a biting, delicious quip while she was at it.
For someone with one fuck of a lot to be miserable about, O'Connor was somehow really not so miserable at all.
t /just a teeny bit defensive of my biggest literary girlcrush
will really make you want to VISIT the national parks!!
So very true! And if you've already been to one of those featured, you'll be all "OH! I remember that!"
Ah, Big Spankable Asses. I'm so ... proud I was a part of that. ::slinks away in shame::
Bustin' got my vote. What even *is* that? Jesus.
Kink isn't too bad, really (although did Teppy say it was historical? Because, yeah, not getting that vibe *at all*) ... if you don't mind text-as-HUGE DICK imagery.
Sarah Shankman.
Sharon McCrumb (the funny ones)