In the evenings he sat on the steps and talked while the old woman and Lucynell rocked violently in their chairs on either side of him. It took me forever to read, but that's partly because I didn't want to rush my way through it. . It follows the life of four authors: Flannery O'Connor, Thomas Merton, Dorothy Day, and Walker Percy. Shiftlet's eye in the darkness was focused on a part of the automobile bumper that glittered in the distance. Rather, The Life You Save May Be Your Own's greatness is in the way Elie interweaves the lives of these three authors.
Four great American Catholic writers. The color imagery associated with her is designed to emphasize her purity and innocence, as well as to associate her with the divine. Shiftlet as an anti-Christ, as some critics have argued? The color imagery used in the story provides considerable insight into O'Connor's intentions. She is tricked by Mr. If you are interested in any of these great writers, you will be interested in the others after you finish the book.
Although the car would go only thirty miles an hour, Mr. It ends up being a 4 person biography as well as a spiritual reflection from a Catholic perspective. The late afternoon had grown hot and sultry and the country had flattened out. He had not been around a week before the change he had made in the place was apparent. Crater, in making her offer, sees Shiftlet as someone who at the least will make repairs around the place and who, at best, is a potential husband for her daughter. Both Day and Merton--from a Catholic point of view--had sordid pasts. Shiftlet said that the trouble with the world was that nobody cared, or stopped and took any trouble.
Merton and Percy actually met, so did O'Connor and Percy. With a volley of blasts it emerged from the shed, moving in a fierce and stately way. Their common faith defined their lives and their works. I will introduce the concept of a slogan in this activity and how it is a slick, short technique to promote a product or image. I got to follow where my spirit says to go. It's because of this book that I have started reading O'Connor and have read one of Percy's novels.
Do you trust him now? Crater gains, so she thinks, something to fill the void which exists on her farm a son-in-law , while Shittlet gains, so he thinks, his heart's desire an automobile. As they came out of the courthouse, Mr. O'Connor and Percy, Southern whites and cradle Catholics both, explored the human condition through the lens of Catholic theology without seeing their art corrupted by their piety. I introduce the concept of the slogan so that students will begin to see a connection between the title and theme. The book engaged me to keep up with my reading and afterwards, I became thirsty for more about the people mentioned in the book. I mean take her to a hotel and treat her. They drove back to the house to let the old woman off and pick up the lunch.
A sly look came over his face. True, there existed certain connections between them. It is also not primarily a work of literary analysis. The title comes from a Flannery O'Connor short story. Predict why you believe O'Connor used this title for the story. He had raised the hood and studied the mechanism and he said he could tell that the car had been built in the days when cars were really built.
There were times when Mr. He saw a boy in overalls and a gray hat standing on the edge of the road and he slowed the car down and stopped in front of him. He decides that he is going to make the old car run again, and the elder Lucynell agrees to give him the money he needs to fix it. He had raised the hood and studied the mechanism and he said he could tell that the car had been built in the days when cars were really built. The life you save may be your own. Though Elie is a lucid writer, such depth and richness of material requires careful attention.
How do these perceptions differ from the way that the narrative voice describes these characters? He drove very fast because he wanted to make Mobile by nightfall. More inspiring, for me, than their devotion was their intellectual curiosity; I found myself making lists of other books and authors to look up. My old mother taught me how to do. I read this over the course of the summer, when I could devote quiet time every lunch hour in a little courtyard on campus to contemplate the grandeur of this magnum opus of Catholic biography. What do they know about my blood? The life you save may be your own.
She took it and unpeeled it and began to chew without taking her eyes off him. And that brings me to the final point, that in the last chapter of the book, Elie finally gets around to talking about the writer he is most interested in, the writer whose intrusive presence has been hovering behind the narrative like Frank Morgan behind the curtain in The Wizard of Oz: to wit, Elie himself. The child held the suitcase on his lap and folded his arms on top of it. Since this is one of O'Connor's shorter stories, it provides an excellent opportunity to examine in some detail the techniques which she developed in order to provide an anagogical level of meaning to her stories. This is the story of four people who struggled with the beautiful paradox of Catholicism. O'Connor wrote short stories that involved the grotesque. The elder Lucynell Crater asks if he is single or married, and though he doesn't answer the question, he indicates that he is unmarried because he cannot find a woman innocent enough.
Day died at a ripe old age, content and serene as one might expect a candidate for sainthood to be, but her death and the mystique that's surrounded her since have presented peculiar challenges for those who have followed in her footsteps. Shiftlet slept on the hard narrow back seat of the car with his feet out the side window. With us in mind, they put it in writing. And I may have a lot more to say about this book after I finish it the second time - I finished it, turned back to page one and began again. Instead of settting them up as one-dimensional paragons of piety, E. After a few minutes there was a guffawing peal of thunder from behind and fantastic raindrops, like tin-can tops, crashed over the rear of Mr. This is not traditional literary criticism, certainly not the critical outlook that dismisses the life of the writer as unimportant to the work.