Welty's southern gothic is a unique genre that delves deep into the use of rootedness and place to explore all sorts of strange and unusual phenomena.

When this weirdness, which we often refer to as mental illness, is romanticized, and the ruling class is accused (sometimes justifiably) of oppression for ostracizing the strange, poor, and underprivileged, a curious transformation occurs. The insane then become the masters, the objects of respect, honor, and literary contemplation.

This, however, marks the beginning of a decline that has yet to be rectified.

The stories themselves possess a certain mild interest and feature some entertaining and memorable characters. Nevertheless, I found her portrayal of the male internal voice to be rather two-dimensional and lacking in rationality.

Her characterization of women seemed more accurate, but as I am not a woman, I can't be entirely certain.

Perhaps a more in-depth analysis is needed to fully understand the nuances and implications of Welty's work in this regard.

Overall, while there are aspects to appreciate, there are also areas that require further examination and reflection.

I just can't seem to get fully immersed in her stories, no matter how hard I attempt. I might enjoy the initial page or two of a particular one, but then it just loses its appeal for me. It's as if the momentum fizzles out. Perhaps I simply need to accept it for what it is. After all, she's not my favorite author, and that's perfectly okay. There are countless other authors and stories out there waiting for me to discover. I don't have to force myself to like something that doesn't resonate with me. Maybe in the future, I'll come across a story of hers that truly grabs my attention, but for now, I'm content with the fact that our literary tastes don't always align.

I read this for the second time as research for my novel Nevermind.

This detailed and in-depth reading is an essential part of my creative process.

By delving into it again, I hope to gain more inspiration and insights that will enrich the story and characters of my novel.

Nevermind is set to be published soon by All Things That Matter Press, and I am excited to share this work with the world.

The anticipation is building, and I can't wait to see how readers will respond to the story I have crafted.

I believe that the research I have done, including this second reading, will contribute to the success of the novel.

It has allowed me to explore different themes and ideas, and to bring a unique perspective to the narrative.

As I continue to prepare for the publication, I am filled with a sense of excitement and nervousness, but also a坚定 belief in the power of my story.

I look forward to the day when Nevermind hits the shelves and begins its journey into the hearts and minds of readers.

E contudo, quando havia amor entre um ser e outro ser, dir-se-ia que incluía tudo o que era mais múltiplo e que já nada era só uma coisa. Ela tinha um amor e isso era tudo, mas sonhava que formava alas dos dois lados da estrada para ver passar a procissão do seu amor. Havia dentro dela mais gente do que em Leito Seco, e o seu amor era suficiente para atravessar a noite toda sem que nunca o seu rosto levantado fosse o mesmo.

The concept of love is truly remarkable. When there is love between two beings, it seems to encompass all that is diverse and multifaceted. It is as if everything merges into one beautiful whole. She had this one love, and it was her entire world. She dreamt of creating wings on both sides of the road, just to witness the procession of her beloved. Within her, there was a greater sense of fullness and life than in the desolate Leito Seco. Her love was so powerful that it could carry her through the long night, and yet, with each passing moment, her gaze, as she looked up, would never be the same. It was constantly evolving, just like her love.

This passage from the story "Leite Seco" beautifully captures the essence and depth of love. It shows how love can transform a person and fill their world with a sense of wonder and longing.

The story has a great sense of time and place, which makes it very vivid and engaging. The characters are also interesting, each with their own unique personalities and quirks.

I have to admit that I prefer her short stories to her novels. Maybe it's because short stories can often convey a powerful message or emotion in a concise and impactful way. At least, when it comes to Delta Wedding, which is probably the only one of her novels I've read, I didn't feel the same level of connection as I did with her short stories.

"Why I Live at the P.O." remains my absolute favorite. It's a story that I can read over and over again and still find something new and interesting each time. The protagonist's voice is so distinct and charming, and the events that unfold are both humorous and poignant. It's a masterful piece of short fiction that truly showcases the author's talent.

Overall, I would highly recommend this author's short stories to anyone who enjoys well-written, engaging fiction. They are sure to leave a lasting impression.

Read as part of The Collected Stories, this work truly has a great deal to admire.
The self-assured and perfectly paced writing is particularly outstanding. It draws the reader in and keeps them engaged from start to finish.
However, I must admit that I wasn't entirely convinced by some of the stories.
For example, there were a few where I simply didn't know what to make of them.
I couldn't help but wonder if there was some deeper meaning beneath the surface that I might have unknowingly missed.
Perhaps with a second reading or a more in-depth analysis, I would be able to uncover the hidden gems within these stories.
Nonetheless, the overall quality of the writing and the majority of the stories make this collection well worth the read.

The first time I read Eudora, and I must admit that at first I was trying to find a similarity with Carson and Porter, an error that I was able to correct in time.

In Welty's narrative, we can glimpse that characteristic of a good observer, where in each story she opens a curtain for us and puts us on the stage of her native South, with its landscapes, everyday characters, and gothic brushstrokes.

In general, all of her stories have pleased me, but four of them have stood out among the others. I was left wanting more and hope to be able to find my five stars.

Welty's writing is truly captivating. Her ability to bring the South to life through her words is remarkable. Each story is like a small window into a different world, filled with unique characters and settings.

The four stories that stood out for me were particularly engaging. They had interesting plots, well-developed characters, and a certain charm that made them impossible to put down.

I look forward to reading more of Welty's work and discovering even more of her literary treasures. I have a feeling that there are many more wonderful stories waiting for me to explore.

This book was truly disappointing.

I found myself dragging through the last 150 pages just to get it over with. Similar to Faulkner's works, I didn't gain much from Welty's stories. It felt like all I heard was someone shouting, "I'M FROM MISSISSIPPI!!! DEATH IS INEVITABLE!!!"

There are other authors who focus on their Southern homes with great effect, like Flannery O'Connor. But reading Welty was like listening to an 8-tracks "southern gothic" "aesthetic" playlist filled with gimmicky British "Americana" music such as Hozier and Mumford & Sons, included just because it's in a minor key and either has a banjo or mentions church and death.

I've never really liked this "southern gothic" style (I remember O'Connor's "school of Southern degeneracy" quip), and Welty seems to be a prime example of it. These stories are overloaded with similes, metaphors, and overly descriptive language, which obscures any meaning and makes every action seem stilted, weighed down, and drawn out by the mess of pretentious figurative language she applies.

I felt like I was reading about literary marionettes rather than real humans, and I got hardly any emotion from it other than boredom and a faint sense of disgust. And that's just her portrayal of white people. Her few instances of black characters are even more one-dimensional, relying on racist clichés and uncomfortable to read (another similarity to Faulkner).

I don't know anything about Eudora Welty's life, and maybe she was actually a lovely woman. But from "A Curtain of Green," all I can think is that she hated humanity and her only fascination was with evil. Ugh!

Chiedo scusa a tutti. I apologize to everyone.

Alla grandezza della signora Eudora Welty, una delle grandi madri del racconto americano. A Una coltre di verde. To the greatness of Mrs. Eudora Welty, one of the great mothers of the American short story. To A Green Bower.

Agli altri lettori che quando spiano una recensione perché magari sono indecisi se leggere un libro o meno. To other readers who, when they scan a review perhaps because they are undecided whether to read a book or not.

Scusate, non credo di essere stata molto parziale. I'm sorry, I don't think I have been very partial.

Ho un problema: amo troppo Flannery O’Connor. I have a problem: I love Flannery O'Connor too much.

Della quale ho infatti in libreria due raccolte a cui ho dato 5 stelle (ma solo perché non ne ho di più). In fact, I have two collections of hers in my library to which I gave 5 stars (but only because I don't have more).

Quindi quando mi trovo di fronte qualcosa di simile, ma non proprio identico, sto più bassa. So when I am faced with something similar, but not exactly the same, I am less enthusiastic.

Le atmosfere sono quelle del profondo Sud, bianco e religioso. The atmospheres are those of the deep South, white and religious.

Rispetto a Flannery, Eudora ha un altro modo di raccontare la violenza dei conflitti e delle disperazioni che stanno alla base di questi racconti. Compared to Flannery, Eudora has another way of telling the violence of conflicts and despairs that lie at the base of these stories.

È più ‘educata’, non trovo un modo migliore per descriverla. She is more 'educated', I can't find a better way to describe it.

Se dovessi fare un paragone da psicologia spiccia, penso sia una questione biografica. If I had to make a comparison from a psychological point of view, I think it is a biographical matter.

Welty era una donna del Sud (Mississipi), ma con un’educazione formatasi in parte al Nord (si laureò in Wisconsin) e con un passato da fotografa. Welty was a woman from the South (Mississippi), but with an education partly formed in the North (she graduated in Wisconsin) and with a past as a photographer.

In un certo senso, questa cosa si riflette nei racconti, alcuni tra l’altro nati a partire dalle foto scattate negli anni della Grande Depressione. In a certain sense, this thing is reflected in the stories, some of which were born from the photos taken during the years of the Great Depression.

Per cui ho avuto come questa impressione: che racconti da un passo di distanza. Therefore I had this impression: that she tells from a step away.

Non è un difetto. È solo una mia impressione. It is not a defect. It is only my impression.

Restano un sacco di quadri incredibili su quello che sono gli Stati Uniti. There remain a lot of incredible pictures of what the United States are.

No, non ho sbagliato il tempo verbale. The grosso degli Stati Uniti sono e restano questa roba qui. No, I didn't get the verb tense wrong. The bulk of the United States are and remain this stuff here.

My first encounter with Eudora Welty was truly remarkable and served as a wonderful counterpoint to all the elegance and sophistication of Edith Wharton's works.

It was as if I had entered two distinct literary worlds. With Welty, there was a sense of warmth and a more down-to-earth charm. Her stories seemed to capture the essence of everyday life in a way that was both relatable and engaging.

And that's precisely what the Year of North vs. South is all about. It's about exploring the contrasting settings and styles that these two great authors bring to the table. The North, represented perhaps by Wharton's refined and often chilly landscapes, and the South, with Welty's rich and vibrant描绘 of a different kind of existence.

It's a fascinating journey of discovery, comparing and contrasting the unique qualities of each, and coming to a deeper understanding of the diverse literary traditions that exist within our world.

This is truly a difficult piece to rate.

I can, with complete honesty, say that I liked it, something that wouldn't have been the case ten years ago. The literary kinship between Eudora and Flannery is so great that I included this on my "Flannery" shelf.

Eudora is indeed a "good gift" (as that is the meaning of her name). Her ability to create the bizarre is truly enormous. While her stories are strange and very much 'other', her command of language is exceptional. I am deliberately reading short stories, a genre of craftsmanship of which I have read very little. I would love to be able to claim that I understand Southern literature, but that would be a lie.

My favorite among these stories is The Key, which tells the account of a deaf-mute couple in a railroad station. When they have a passionate conversation using their hands, the other people waiting there become the ones who can't hear or speak.

There is a memorable phrase: She was... in a bathing suit which had no relation to the shape of her body.

However, it should be noted that the n-word is used in a non-gratuitous manner two or three times.

I have an intense love for these dark tales.

The language employed within them serves as a powerful reminder of my childhood days. Back then, before the pervasive influence of radio and television homogenized our speech, our language was rich and diverse.

The descriptions in these tales are incredibly vivid. They are so detailed that I can almost smell the settings as if I were physically present within the stories.

Among all the tales, my absolute favorites are The Key, The Whistle, and A Worn Path. These particular stories have a certain charm and allure that keeps drawing me back to them, time and time again.

They offer a unique escape from the ordinary and transport me to a world filled with mystery, danger, and excitement.