Welty's stories are truly remarkable. They possess a beauty that is both captivating and often disturbing. However, what makes them truly stand out is their refreshingly real nature. Her works are filled with symbols and thought-provoking elements that make the reader reflect deeply.
Her prose is like poetry, flowing smoothly and beautifully. The descriptions she uses are fresh and bright, painting vivid pictures in the reader's mind. What's more, her descriptions are often totally unexpected, yet they are exactly appropriate, adding an element of surprise and enhancing the overall impact of the story.
This collection of her stories is truly fantastic. It offers a unique and engaging reading experience that will leave the reader both entertained and enlightened. Whether you are a fan of short stories or simply looking for something new and different to read, Welty's collection is definitely worth checking out.
Welty's sense of the absurd truly resounds loudly in this context. Her writing is robust and powerful, and her sense of humor serves as a fundamental starting point in a significant portion of her works. Just like the Addams Family, her humor encounters the absurd and the gothic South of 70 years ago. It creates a unique and captivating atmosphere that draws readers in and keeps them engaged. Her ability to blend these elements seamlessly is a testament to her remarkable writing skills. The absurdities she presents are not only entertaining but also offer a deeper exploration of the human condition and the idiosyncrasies of the South during that era. Through her humorous lens, we can catch a glimpse of the strange and wonderful world that Welty has created, filled with unforgettable characters and situations that leave a lasting impression.
I first encountered Welty during my college days in an introductory American Lit class. Specifically, I read “A Petrified Man” from this collection, and it has remained one of my all-time favorite stories. It is a hilarious, strange, and somewhat crass tale. Its irreverence is just perfect.
Other stories in this collection also have their own unique charms. The standouts include “A Petrified Man,” “Why I live at the P.O.,” “Old Mr. Marblehall,” “Powerhouse,” and “A Worn Path.”
This collection is not a cohesive one in the traditional sense. The stories don't have to be read together or in any particular order. Welty published about as many story collections as novels, and she hit the right note in American literary history to succeed in this way. These stories, from the early 1940s, feel much more polished and modern than their era. Especially “A Petrified Man” and “Powerhouse” give the sense that the author is tapping into a more liberal and libertine future that awaited American culture in the decades to come. “Powerhouse” is about a Jazz star who behaves in a rollicking and jiving manner, similar to how rock stars would in the following decades. And “Petrified Man” seems to predict the entire career of Flannery O’Connor.
Here is an excerpt from my new favorite story in this short collection:
“The son is the worst of all. Mr. and Mrs. Marblehall had a child! When both of them were terribly old, they had this little, amazing, fascinating son. You can see how people are taken aback, how they jerk and throw up their hands every time they so much as think it. At least, Mr. Marblehall sees them. He thinks Natchez people do nothing themselves, and really, most of them have done or could do the same thing. This son is six years old now. Close up, he has a monkey look, a very penetrating look. He has very sparse Japanese hair, tiny little pearly teeth, long little wilted fingers. Every day he is slowly and expensively dressed and taken to the Catholic school. He looks quietly and maliciously absurd, out walking with old Mr. Marblehall or old Mrs. Marblehall, placing his small booted foot on a little green worm, while they stop and wait on him. Everybody passing by thinks that he looks quite as if he thinks his parents had him just to show they could. You see, it becomes complicated, full of vindictiveness.”