Flannery O’Connor is literally ghostwriting Southern police blotters now. She’s also recycling material. Ghosts are so lazy sometimes, even if they get some credit for putting the right details in frame, like the Bama shirt and the coke instead of a Bama shirt and whatever Flannery O’Connor thought a common drug was in the Fifties. (Weed? It’d probably be weed, which she would call “reefer.”)
What book did the cocaine rest in? If she had style, it went in Job right on 27:3: “For as long as life is in me, And the breath of God is in my nostrils.
