The Milledgeville Quiz: Who Said It?

woman sitting on steps outside her home
FOC outside her Milledgeville home


Born 96 years ago today in Savannah, American fiction writer Flannery O’Connor lived much of her life in the family farm house in Milledgeville, GA. I recently taught her short stories again in my courses on the American 1950s. 
O’Connor’s birthday and Flannery (this week’s American Masters program) have brought Milledgeville to the media again. The town’s other claim to fame is recently elected U.S. Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene, born there in 1974. O’Connor died in Milledgeville in 1964. Can you guess who said the following: a Flannery O’Connor character or Congresswoman Greene?

THE QUIZ:

  1. “You don’t want to cuss. You wanna talk in a very educated manner.”
  2. “In my time, children were more respectful of their native states and their parents and everything else. People did right then.”
  3. “See that? Our library is full of that.”
  4. “Why, I think there aren’t enough good country people in the world! I think that’s what’s wrong with it!”
  5. “You’ll find out one of these days, you’ll find out what Reality is when it’s too late!”
  6. “I really, truly pray this is true. This really may be happening. The level of importance is good versus evil.”
  7. “It’s ridiculous. It’s simply not realistic. They should rise, yes, but on their own side of the fence.”
  8. “I’m a very regular American.”
  9. “and then the militant, giant woman that’s bigger than my husband, bigger than most men, practically attacks me….”
  10. “She would of been a good woman, if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.”
street view of an intersection and buildings
Downtown Milledgeville today

-MB

SOURCES:
Flannery O’Connor Documentary Wins New Award from Library of Congress (New York Times)
Flannery O’Connor, The Complete Stories
‘Nobody Listened to Me’: The Quest to Be MTG (Politico)
Trip Advisor

Answers: MTG: 1, 3, 6, 8, 9   FOC 2, 4, 5, 7, 10

FOC characters: 2 (the grandmother in “A Good Man Is Hard to Find”); 4 (Mrs. Hopewell in “Good Country People”), 5 (Mrs. May in “Greenleaf”),  7 (Julian’s mother in “Everything That Rises Must Converge”), 10 (The Misfit in “A Good Man Is Hard to Find”)

Kooped Up with Flannery O’Connor

imgFlannery O’Connor departed from this earthly life 92 years ago today. I find myself far more interested in her arrivals. FOC is arriving in my inbox an awful lot these days as I review syllabi for the upcoming Fall semester. There she is again in the course texts list for Introduction Literature, Beginning Fiction Writing, Survey of American Literature. To encounter Flannery O’Connor on the page is to begin again.

I recently visited the site of FOC’s beginnings: her childhood home in Savannah, Georgia. It’s a narrow building on East Charlton Street with narrow, high-ceilinged rooms. Walking in, I was immediately drawn to the wicker perambulator that bore her initials. This domestic artifact offers mute testimony to infant confinement. Upstairs in the master bedroom I found something I’d never seen before: a Kiddie-Koop. Patented in the early 20th century, this domestic wonder promised fretting mothers a safe, sanitary, versatile container for wee ones. It was a combination bassinet, crib, and playpen. A Tardis for tots, the Kiddie-Koop traveled from nursery to backyard as the child moved forward in time.img2

For me, the Kiddie Koop explained a lot about Flannery O’Connor’s beginnings. What must it have been like to be confined in such a ridiculous contraption? The wire mesh and wooden frame seemed more suitable for the chicken yard–it had a lid, for goodness’ sake. (Parents could lower the floor and flip the lid as baby grew.) Indoors or out, the child was on display like the freak show characters in FOC’s stories. The wheels could just as easily move a carnival wagon. FOC’s Kiddie Koop reveals the sheer strangeness of American childhood without leaving the premises.

The New Yorker critic who reviewed O’Connor’s debut story collection found that her characters are “fluttering feebly first around the trap that is to break and kill them, and then into the trap” (1955). But O’Connor herself flew the Koop. Lit from above by the window, it seemed a fitting incubator for the twisted plots and warped characters lurking within: waiting to begin. –MB

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