There is a passage in All in the Family where the narrator, Jack Kinsella, something of a novelist, is thinking of his books:
I think they were all good books of their kind: they were honest, decently plotted, with believable characters, and were reasonably well written. I was proud of writing them, in fact; I knew that not everyone could have written them, and indeed that many writers who were better than I could not have written them, either.
Kinsella is not O'Connor, but this seems to me a fair account of O'Connor's novels. Except for The Oracle, which is merely a caricature, the novels are serious studies of the relation between...
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