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… ISSUE 47: Breathing the Same Air as Genius :: Oxford American - The Southern Magazine of Good Writing. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Flannery O'Connor put up with many visitors, and many of them she made fun of: "Some Very Peculiar Types have beat a path to my door these last few years and it is always interesting to see my mother hostessing-it-up on these occasions." The visitor I have imagined most, standing on the lawn and looking up at her on the porch looking down at him with her peacock stare, is James Dickey. He'd be standing there with his blue eyes gleaming at her as they did in his sheriff act in Deliverance. This would be before he took to wearing the three-foot sombrero and believing he could speak in the voice of a lobster.