Flannery O’Connor’s writings are, to say the least, unnerving. In her short life (she died at 39), O’Connor produced thirty-three short stories that are pictures of what one writer called “dark grace.” Her stories are spotted with violence, strange characters, and peculiar situations, but they all end up as pictures of grace to fallen man. Far from the simple “happy ending,” O’Connor’s stories generally work to a kind of untidy hope or, as she called it “the good under construction.”
Modern Christians in particular would benefit from a dose of O’Connor, whose writings remind us that the Bible itself is not told as a Disney tale, but a story of God’s redemption of humanity out of truly dark sin. This is the unnerving and uncomfortable emphasis of O’Connor’s stories.