The Publisher Says: In her now-famous introduction to this first collection by a then-unknown young writer from Mississippi named Eudora Welty, Katherine Anne Porter wrote that "there is even in the smallest story a sense of power in reserve which makes me believe firmly that, splendid beginning that it is, it is only the beginning." Porter was of course prophetic, and the beginning was splendid. A Curtain of Green both introduced and established Eudora Welty as an instinctive genius of short fiction. In this groundbreaking collection, which includes "Powerhouse" and "Keela, the Outcast Indian Maiden," are the first great works of a great American writer.
My Review: Her first collection of stories was published the same year as her first story appeared in print! ("A Worn Path" in Atlantic Monthly {as it was then}, in 1941.) Diarmuid Russell, the superagent of his era, sold the collection on the strength of that to a friend of Miss Eudora's who was working at Doubleday, Doran (as it was then). That, laddies and gentlewomen, is damn near inconceivable to today's publishing professionals. A collection by an unknown barely published writer getting published by a major house? Who's she sleepin' with?
The Muses. She was a gifted writer, and stories were her perfect métier. It's a first book, though, and no matter how hard one tries, there is the inevitability of imperfection and probability of overexuberance. Here:
Night fell. The darkness was thin, like some sleazy dress that has been worn and worn for many winters and always lets the cold through to the bones. Then the moon rose. A farm lay quite visible, like a white stone in water, among the stretches of deep woods in their colorless dead leaf. By a closer and more searching eye than the moon's, everything belonging to the Mortons might have been seen--even to the tiny tomato in their neat rows closest to the house, gray and featherlike, appalling in their exposed fragility. The moonlight crossed everything, and lay upon the darkest shape of all, the farmhouse where the lamp had just been blown out.
First paragraph, "The Whistle" in A Curtain of Green. That's a lovely word-picture, and a kind of eerie mood-setting image. It's also too long and just a widge overwritten. But the story, a chilling little piece, is plenty interesting. It's always good to have an isolated farmhouse with a married couple basking in pale moonlight when something unexplained and menacing in its unexpectedness happens. The story left me physically chilled. And it's not her best work.
I am a major partisan of "Why I Live at the P.O." as among the great stories of the American South's culture. It's a flawlessly built, amusingly written moment in a family's life, a piece of time that any Southern boy with sisters or maternal aunts can not only relate to but practically choreograph.
So I hope to tell you I marched in and got that radio, and they could of all bit a nail in two, especially Stella-Rondo, that it used to belong to, and she well knew she couldn't get it back, I'd sue for it like a shot. And I very politely took the sewing-machine motor I helped pay the most on to give Mama for Christmas back in 1929, and a good big calendar, with the first-aid remedies on it. The thermometer and the Hawaiian ukulele certainly were rightfully mine, and I stood on the step-ladder and got all my watermelon-rind preserves and every fruit and vegetable I'd put up, every jar.
"Why I Live at the P.O." from A Curtain of Green. Two sisters have a spat about a man, and the family weighs in. Hijinks ensue. It's a chestnut now, it was a chestnut then, and it's damn good and hilarious.
This is my idea of a good story collection, and the writer who created this first crack out of the box is my idea of gifted. There is not one thing I'd say to her except "well done, Miss Eudora" if she stood right here in front of me, not one little hint of a frown or trace of a doubt in my voice. Make those mistakes and make 'em big, Miss Eudora, because if this is the FIRST then the BEST is gonna knock "good" right into "superb." And it did.
Read this while holding keys tuning organs. Lol. I love her already so I am biased. But this story collection really blew me away.
The story "A Worn Path" is a classic. It展现了南方生活的坚韧与美好. I really liked "A Memory" and "Death of A Travelling Salesman". Both are haunting and lyrical. They draw you in with their beautiful language and vivid descriptions.
I am not crazy about the story "the Hitchhikers" which is a popular one of hers as well. Maybe it's just not my cup of tea.
Please treat yourself to these wonderful tales by this great writer of the American South. Her stories are like a window into a different world, full of charm and mystery. You won't be disappointed.
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Old Mr Marblehall never did much. He didn't get married until he was sixty. You can spot him taking a stroll. Observe and you'll notice how precious old people come to believe they are - the way they walk, like conspirators, slightly bent over, full of self-protection.This collection of stories is a must-read for anyone who appreciates fine literature and a deep exploration of the human condition.
He has short white bangs and a bit of snapdragon in his lapel. He walks with a large polished stick, a gift. Everyone tells him to his face, 'So well preserved!'. But behind his back, they cheerfully say, 'One foot in the grave'.
Short stories at their finest! She has an amazing talent for setting a scene. Here's a vivid example from "A Memory". She herself stared fixedly at his slow, undeliberate movements, and held her body perfectly still. She was unnaturally white and fatly aware, wearing a bathing suit that seemed completely out of place on her body. Fat hung upon her upper arms like an arrested earth slide on a hill. With the slightest motion she might make, I was afraid that she would slide down upon herself into a terrifying heap. Her breasts hung heavy and widening like pears into her bathing suit. Her legs lay prone one on the other like shadowed bulwarks, uneven and deserted. From the man's hand, the sand piled higher and higher on them, like the teasing threat of oblivion. A slow, repetitious sound that I had been hearing unconsciously for a long time, I finally identified as a continuous laugh which came through the openness of the woman's pouched mouth. Need I say more? This description is so detailed and powerful that it truly brings the scene to life.
Welty is an extremely talented writer when it comes to describing people. In each and every story she crafts, there is a novel and unique way of presenting the characters physically. The details she provides are so sharp and original that they truly bring the characters to life.
These stories have a remarkable ability to evoke a sense of home within me. They have a charm and warmth that makes me feel a connection to a familiar place. At the same time, they also have the power to make me laugh out loud. The humor and wit in the stories are delightful and add an extra layer of enjoyment.
However, it's important to note that some of these stories also have a sinister lining. Beneath the surface of the seemingly ordinary and charming tales, there are often hidden depths and darker elements. This combination of light and dark makes Welty's stories all the more captivating and engaging.