"He thrown everything off balance."
Chapter 2 : You Think You Been Redeemed: Flannery O'Connor's Exploding Junk Pile of Despair
Whenever someone speaks favorably of Flannery O'Connor, I want to hold their face in my hands and look deep into their eyes to see if I can't detect some maniacally enlightened clarity of vision. If you're not against her, you're for her. And if you're really for her, I can't help but think that you've been, to adapt a phrase Faulkner applied to Joyce, electrocuted by divine fire. All this to say, if you've read her faithfully, an in-break has occurred. It is, in fact, ongoing. And nothing will be the same. Fair is foul. Foul is fair. Up is down. Black is white.