I’m reading through her works again. They still move me deeply.

Why?

Though I’ve written about McCullers before, her writing merits more attention.

Why?

At her best, she conveys the unallowed, the unsayable, and yet the most meaningful.

No, this is not about her sexual escapades or her unhappy marriage(s) [she married her husband twice].

McCullers housed a tender soul and a scholar’s mind.

And her works reflect both.

Read her.

Watch her plays online; visit her home in Columbus, GA; but above all, read her work.

Her works will, if you’re honest, remind you of what’s wrong with us, and also of what is occasionally beautiful about us.