Volume 3, Number 4 · October 8, 1964
Flannery O'Connor, 1925–1964
By Elizabeth Bishop, Elizabeth Hardwick
I never met Flannery O'Connor, but we had been exchanging occasional letters for the last eight years or so. She invited me to visit her at 'Andalusia' in Milledgeville, and how deeply I regret now that I never did. The closest I got to it was once when a freighter I was traveling on to South America put into Savannah for overnight. Wandering through those dusty, fusty little squares, I suddenly realized I was in Flannery O'Connor country and thought perhaps I could get to see her. I put in a telephone call from the booth in the lobby of the largest hotel; I remember that while I waited I studied a display of pecans and of boxes of 'Miss Sadie's Bourbon Balis' on the candy and cigar counter just outside the booth. Quite soon a very collected, very southern voice answered and immediately invited me to 'come on over.' Alas, the bus connections didn't work out so that I could get back to my freighter in time to sail.
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