The University Bookman: The Art of Flannery O'Connor in honor of her birthday https://t.co/oCgytT4pyf
— University Bookman (@ubookman) March 25, 2017
By Michael Jordan. I know Professor Jordan. I met him at a Touchstone conference, then subsequently met halfway between Hillsdale University and my house for lunch. We haven't kept in touch, but he's a heckuva nice guy.
Although, when my son's girlfriend was a freshman there about five years ago, I told her, "Look up Michael Jordan. We're tight." When she saw me a few months later she said, "By the way, thanks a lot. You made me look like an idiot. I met Professor Jordan and mentioned I knew you. He had no idea who you were. I reminded him and he said, 'Oh, really, he remembers that? That was years ago."
Oh well. I don't hold a grudge over such a small slight. The mini-essay is worth reading. Excerpt:
She wrote remarkably well-crafted stories with depth upon depth of meaning (some claim that she's America's best twentieth-century writer of short stories), and her prophetic fiction challenges the liberal, gnostic, nihilistic, and secular assumptions of the modern world.
I suspect this book is pretty good, if you got the correct change laying around: