Eudora Welty–often called “Miss Eudora” in these parts–looms as large on the Mississippi literary landscape as does Faulkner. In Welty’s case, this is due primarily to her hilarious, upsetting short stories, rather than her novels (although she wrote a few). One of my old professors at Millsaps has written the–for now, anyway–definitive biography of Eudora Welty. It’s getting, ahem, mixed reviews.
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