Flannery O'Connor's Why Do the Heathen Rage?: A Behind-the-Scenes Look at a Work in Progress
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When celebrated American novelist and short story writer Flannery O'Connor died at the age of thirty-nine in 1964, she left behind an unfinished third novel titled Why Do the Heathen Rage? Scholarly experts uncovered and studied the material, deeming it unpublishable. It stayed that way for more than fifty years.
Until now.
For the past ten-plus years, award-winning author Jessica Hooten Wilson has explored the 378 pages of typed and handwritten material of the novel--transcribing pages, organizing them into scenes, and compiling everything to provide a glimpse into what O'Connor might have planned to publish.
This book is the result of Hooten Wilson's work. In it, she introduces O'Connor's novel to the public for the first time and imagines themes and directions O'Connor's work might have taken. Including illustrations and an afterword from noted artist Steve Prince (One Fish Studio), the book unveils scenes that are both funny and thought-provoking, ultimately revealing that we have much to learn from what O'Connor left behind.
Jessica Hooten Wilson
Jessica Hooten Wilson is Louise Cowan Scholar in Residence at the University of Dallas and author of Giving the Devil His Due: Demonic Authority in the Fiction of Flannery O’Connor and Fyodor Dostoevsky (2017).
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Flannery O'Connor's Why Do the Heathen Rage? - Jessica Hooten Wilson
© 2024 by Jessica Hooten Wilson
Cover art and interior illustrations © Steve Prince, One Fish Studio
The material from Why Do the Heathen Rage? is copyright Flannery O’Connor; all copyright renewed by Regina Cline O’Connor. Reprinted by permission of the Mary Flannery O’Connor Charitable Trust. All rights reserved.
Published by Brazos Press
a division of Baker Publishing Group
Grand Rapids, Michigan
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Ebook edition created 2024
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-4502-8
The Author is represented by WordServe Literary Group, www.wordserveliterary.com.
Baker Publishing Group publications use paper produced from sustainable forestry practices and post-consumer waste whenever possible.
To my teacher Ralph C. Wood,
the Dean of O’Connor Studies,
to whom I owe the greatest of intellectual debts
And to the late Billy A. Sessions,
without whom this project would have never begun
Contents
COVER
HALF TITLE PAGE 1
TITLE PAGE 3
COPYRIGHT PAGE 4
DEDICATION 5
INTRODUCTION 9
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
THE PORCH SCENE 23
KOINONIA 37
SEQUEL TO THE ENDURING CHILL
41
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
WALTER’S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT 47
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
BAPTISM 59
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
WALTER/ASBURY’S CHILDHOOD 63
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
WALTER RECITES THE TEN COMMANDMENTS 67
EPISTOLARY BLACKFACE 71
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
THE BLACK DOUBLE 81
MARYAT LEE AND OONA GIBBS 91
DOCUMENTING REAL
LIFE 95
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
PHOTO JOURNAL 97
THE REVOLTING CONVERSION 107
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
DO NOT COME, OONA GIBBS! 111
INTRODUCING THE GIRL 119
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
THE GIRL 121
WHO IS OONA GIBBS? MOTHER, DAUGHTER, AUNT,
COUSIN, OR LOVER 133
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
WALTER’S AUNT 137
BURNING CROSSES 143
The Violent Bear It Away
THE BURNT CROSS 145
Why Do the Heathen Rage?
ONE POTENTIAL ENDING 147
THE OTHER HALF OF THE STORY 157
AFTERWORD BY STEVE PRINCE 177
ABOUT THE ILLUSTRATOR 181
NOTES 183
BACK COVER 192
Introduction
When the train rolled to a stop in Milledgeville, Georgia, in December 1950, twenty-five-year-old Flannery O’Connor stumbled off the steel steps onto the familiar platform. The train station in Milledgeville still wears its tin roof like a slanted hat. The beams upholding the station are as dark as the trees flanking its sides. A row of six windows comprise two dozen panes, with two white French doors in the middle, composing the entrance. The building’s red bricks are worn white in places from the heat. Struggling bushes separate the tracks and white gravel from the cement platform. Positioned at the edge of town, this simple structure waits for its people to come home.
Imagine the young O’Connor as she might have looked, clutching the banisters for support and muttering her thanks to the attendant as he set her bag beside her. Donning a beret tilted on her head and a threadbare winter coat, O’Connor was likely sweating from her besetting illness, lupus, despite the winter. From around the corner of the building, she would have heard a man call, Mary Flannery!
Her head may have felt too heavy to lift, her arms numb from the effort of holding on to the wooden beam. Although Uncle Louis had known her all her life, he had not seen her in nine months, and she now appeared a shadow of her former self. The young girl who had flown off to Connecticut that past March to finish her first novel was returning as a shriveled old woman.
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Flannery would spend that Christmas in Baldwin Memorial Hospital, as she had the year prior, when the doctors had operated on a floating kidney. In January, she would be transferred to Emory University Hospital in Atlanta, to be overseen by Dr. Arthur J. Merrill, a specialist whom friends and family credit for saving her life. Between heavy doses of cortisone, four shots a day of ACTH, and approximately ten blood transfusions, O’Connor must have felt like a science experiment gone wrong. She continued to work on her first novel, which she appropriately titled Wise Blood.
In March, after her release from the hospital, Flannery moved to Andalusia, a family farm near Milledgeville, which her mother ran. In her words, Flannery spent most of the day languishing on [her] bed of semi affliction.
2 Her things were moved to the front room on the first floor of the house so she could avoid the stairs. She would spend the next nineteen years of her life in this home. While her mother Regina drove around the farm in her black Chevrolet checking on their twenty-two acres of roaming Holstein, Guernsey, and Jersey cows, Flannery spent the mornings facing away from the window, typing at her Royal, creating worlds not unlike her own but with the invisible brought high to the surface.
According to biographer Brad Gooch, the two women created an amiable routine.3 Like a thirteenth-century nun, Flannery supposedly said her prime from A Short Breviary as the sun rose at 6 a.m. Then she would meet Regina for coffee in the kitchen, where they sometimes listened to the radio. For breakfast, O’Connor occasionally ate sharp cheddar shredded over her oatmeal. They habitually drove into town for 7 a.m. Mass at Sacred Heart Catholic Church, where they often sat in the fifth row. On either side of them, slats of sunlight streamed in and across from the large arched windows. When I visited the chapel, I was reminded of Hulga Hopewell declaring, We are not our own light!
4 Returning to Andalusia, Regina often toured the farm as Flannery wrote for the next three hours. They regularly lunched in downtown Milledgeville at the Sanford House, a beautiful white historic building with a columned double porch and balcony. In the afternoons, the O’Connor women might receive guests for tea on the front porch of the farm, where they would lounge in rocking chairs. For Flannery, the evenings were spent reading or corresponding with her friends and fans across the country.
In a span of ten years, O’Connor achieved great fame from her writing. In 1952, she published her first novel, Wise Blood. Over the next few years, she received the O. Henry Award three times—for The Life You Save May Be Your Own,
Greenleaf,
and Everything That Rises Must Converge.
Her first collection of short stories required three printings within the first few months of its release. Regionally, she received the Georgia Writers Association Literary Achievement Award, an Alumnae Achievement Award from her alma mater Georgia State College for Women, and the Georgia Writers Conference Literary Achievement Award. One of her short stories was adapted for the screen and starred Gene Kelly. Nationally, she received recognition from the Ford Foundation, the Best American Short Stories, and the American Academy of Arts and Letters. In 1960 she published her second novel, The Violent Bear It Away, and wrote a handful of other short stories. She died in 1964 at the age of thirty-nine.
Most people know O’Connor from her two short-story collections, her two novels, and her hundreds of letters, essays, and reviews, but she also left behind an unfinished third novel. Since she died so young, much of her work has been published posthumously, including her final set of short stories, Everything That Rises Must Converge (1965); her collection of essays Mystery and Manners (1969), edited by her friends Sally and Robert Fitzgerald; her Complete Stories, which received the first posthumous National Book Award (1971); her letters in The Habit of Being (1979); her book reviews in The Presence of Grace (1983); her interviews in Conversations with Flannery O’Connor (1987); her Prayer Journal (2013); and her college journal (2017). What has never been seen—by most of her readers—is her unfinished third novel, Why Do the Heathen Rage? In fact, until recently, many did not know that she had been working on a third novel when she died.
In 1970, the Georgia College and State University (GCSU) acquired her unorganized manuscripts and fragments of unfinished material. Initially, the drafts showed up in two large boxes, divided into approximately two hundred file folders. After several librarians and editors organized the material according to specific works and subdivided those manuscripts, the fragments of a third novel were found. The work had been tentatively titled Why Do the Heathen Rage? Its 378 typed and hand-edited pages were divided into twenty files, numbered 215 to 234.
Only a few years after O’Connor’s mother Regina donated the unpublished pages to the library, a professor named Stuart Burns visited the archives, hoping to discover a complete work. His hopes were dashed when he discovered no exciting, potentially publishable material.
5 Instead, he uncovered a frustrating collection of episodes—approximately a dozen—which are rehearsed and revised several times over. A decade later, scholar Marian Burns concurred with his assessment: There is nothing approaching a proper novel in the unpublished manuscripts. There is only an untidy jumble of ideas and abortive starts, full scenes written and rewritten many times, several extraneous images, and one fully developed character.
6 Their conclusion remained consensus for the next few decades, as only three other scholars peered into the Why Do the Heathen Rage? manuscripts.7
Until now.
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When I was a teenager trying to write fiction, Flannery O’Connor changed my life. At the time I was vacillating between my preference for dark and gory stories and the duty impressed upon me by my Christian parents to write nice, clean, happy stories. Over the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school, I attended a Rhodes College program for talented and gifted writers. Although the campus looks like Cambridge University with its sandstone buildings covered with crawling ivy, Rhodes College is nestled in the heart of Memphis, Tennessee, across the street from the zoo. My dorm smelled slightly of monkey. I enrolled in a two-week fiction course. When I received feedback on my first story, the professor asked me to stay after class. He could see the dismay on my face as I processed all of his red marks.
You have talent,
he assured me. "Only you misuse it to turn out these parodies of Saved by the Bell. Why do you write such boring stories?"
As I tried not to cry in front of this forty-something PhD, I told him that my parents thought Christians should dwell on the good and the beautiful. I didn’t know how much this well-meant advice was causing me to subvert my talents. Flannery would teach me that faith should never be used to sanitize fiction.
This professor handed me my first Flannery O’Connor story—The Life You Save May Be Your Own.
If you’re a Christian,
he said, write like this.
I followed his recommendation.
I imitated Flannery’s story, and my heavily influenced short story won a National Scholastic Arts Award. I bought O’Connor’s Complete Stories and pored over them from the first page to the last (only to later discover that the secret to reading O’Connor’s stories is to read that collection backward, from the final few stories she wrote, such as Revelation,
back to The Geranium
). Although I was never taught her work in college, I sought out professors in graduate school who would teach her to me, namely Ralph C. Wood, whom some call the Dean of O’Connor Studies.
Flannery’s writing is as familiar to me as the Bible (to be fair, the Bible is much longer than her collected works). Even my children know Flannery and could point out her portrait in any lineup.
For me, the story of the publication of Why Do the Heathen Rage? begins with O’Connor’s friend William A. Billy
Sessions. I met Billy when he was seventy-nine and I was a newly minted PhD. We were both in Rome for the 2009 International Flannery O’Connor Conference, where he was one of half a dozen illustrious keynotes and I was an invisible graduate student presenting a chapter from my dissertation on O’Connor and Fyodor Dostoevsky. However, as a sophomore in college I had lived in Italy, and I still knew a bit of Italian as well as where to find the best restaurants in Rome, so I suddenly found myself playing tour guide to the keynote speakers. The first night of the event, I led them over cobblestone streets, across bridges, and down alleys into the dimly lit haven of Trastevere for dinner. Billy shuffled more than he walked. He wore a flat-top ivy cap that made him look like a tall Mickey Rooney (the octogenarian Rooney, not the former Andy Hardy persona). The rest of the party were O’Connor scholars about twenty to thirty years his junior and a dozen years my senior.
Billy had known Flannery since the 1950s, though she writes rather uncharitably about his garrulousness. When we met, Billy was working on O’Connor’s biography, which he completed in 2016, months before he died, but which has not—as of 2023—been published. I had been a dedicated O’Connor fan since I was a fifteen-year-old struggling to write my own faithful but scandalous stories. That evening, surrounded by others who loved Flannery’s writing as much as I did, I felt as if I was attending the greatest dinner party imaginable.
We ventured to La Cisterna, a restaurant that dates back to 1630 and is famous for the well beneath the street level. (Supposedly, the well inspired the writers of the Disney film Fantasia.) We sat in a circle, family style, and shared mounds of pasta with prosciutto and pecorino, and of course wine. Billy inquired about my dissertation and suggested that I take a look at O’Connor’s unfinished novel: It’s her most Dostoevskian story.
My eyes bulged from my head as I asked, An unfinished novel?
I’m sure the same notions ran through my mind as had through Stuart Burns’s so many decades before. I could hear fragments of others’ conversations at the table. Someone was showing pictures of his new grandchild. I heard another person begin quoting Bruce Springsteen like his lyrics were poetry. But my life had just changed. An unfinished O’Connor novel that was inspired by Dostoevsky? I assured Billy I would be visiting the archives in Milledgeville within the year.
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In December 2009 I took my first trip to the GCSU Special Collections, what would become one of many trips over the next decade. I remember my nerves upon entering that locked room, with its glass separation between scholars and the reception desk. No windows. No noise. Every scratch of a pencil or turn of a manuscript page seemed to echo in the stillness. If there was another scholar in the room, you could hear his stomach growl as lunch approached. I was allowed to bring my laptop in for notes, but no photographs were permitted. When the folders were brought out before me and placed on the table, I hardly dared to open them. The first folder was laid before me. The number 215
had been scratched on the front in pencil, and inside was the first page, which began with a note: The following is a sample from a piece of fiction that goes under the working title, WHY DO THE HEATHEN RAGE?
8 The first few pages were a replica of the same-titled short story published in Esquire in July 1963.
Before visiting the archives, I had read up on the short story. It begins with the Southern patriarch Tilman, who returns home from the hospital as an invalid after suffering a stroke, and it concludes with the final word Jesus.
O’Connor introduces all but one of her unfinished novel’s main characters in this published excerpt: Mr. Tilman; Tilman’s wife, the overbearing, hardworking mother of Walter; their son Walter, who is an educated loafer residing at home; their daughter Mary Maud, a schoolteacher; and Roosevelt, the Black field hand who becomes Tilman’s companion and nurse after the stroke. The main character missing from the excerpt but featured in the novel in progress is Oona Gibbs.
In this opening excerpt, readers familiar with O’Connor will feel as though they’ve seen these characters before. When we’re introduced to Walter, he sounds so similar to the heroes—or rather antiheroes—of O’Connor’s other stories. The name of