I really, really, really wanted to like these stories, but it was like watching paint dry for me trying to get through these. For the one or two gems in the story - Petrified Man, Why I Live at the P.O., and Livvie were great! - there were twice as many that I read with eyes propped open, trying not to fall asleep.

Maybe when I'm older, I'll appreciate these more? Oh, wait. I am old, now.

Book 112/518 for Rory Gilmore reading challenge

It's a collection of short story, I won't say I completely enjoyed it. Since I don't

There's so many title in this book and not all of them are great, some of them are confusing and boring for me to read

But there's a funny one like the P.O (can't really remember the title but I like it the most)

This is my favourite book and one I return to again and again. The writing is exquisite, the stories have narrative drive and heart, the characters are compelling and endearing, and there is magic, sense of place, sweetness, mystery, shocking brutality and an unswerving eye. Genius and perfection.

A master of the craft!

Eudora and Flannery O'Connor excel at presenting the smallest detail of life and making a mountain out of it.

I really did love this book - perhaps because it was given to me just before I left for Italy, perhaps because I found Elizabeth's writing so relatable.

Welty is an absolutely brilliant writer - so brilliant that it is difficult to read quickly because one needs to reread to fully appreciate what she is saying. Highly interesting and engaging stories.

DNF

I was introduced to this book by a smooth-talking, cool, British professor, who mentioned it was his favorite . . . collection of short stories? Book? It’s difficult to remember now. That was years ago. And it wasn’t the first time I had heard of the collection. I think in college I even recorded a friend reading Why I live at the P.O. in a funny voice for a theater class. Or maybe just selections from the story. So, anyway, I was on a short-story-reading kick, and after loving Cather’s and Hemingway’s and Katherine Mansfield’s, I thought I would give these a chance.

At first, we really hit it off. The stories in the first collection, [b:A Curtain of Green|77754|A Curtain of Green and Other Stories|Eudora Welty|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170900413s/77754.jpg|75091], are really tight with surprise endings and good dialog. Then, as I got to know Welty better, it became obvious that maybe she was a friend who was fun to party with, but not someone with whom I’d want to talk about anything important. Because, I had to start to ask myself if she wasn’t kind of racist. I generally still liked [b:The Wide Net|12593|The Wide Net And Other Stories|Eudora Welty|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1166505042s/12593.jpg|14878], especially the title story. That was one of my favorites in the whole book. It wasn’t until [b:The Golden Apples|12589|The Golden Apples|Eudora Welty|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1166505040s/12589.jpg|2289930], though, that I realized Welty is boring. And then, by [b:The Bride of the Innisfallen|1044227|The Bride of the Innisfallen and Other Stories|Eudora Welty|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1266703557s/1044227.jpg|731422] Welty had become just a crazy old bitty, calling to ramble nonsensically about some kids holding hands on a cruise ship. Then, there is a surprise uber-racist ending of a couple of unpublished stories.

The one story in [b:The Golden Apples|12589|The Golden Apples|Eudora Welty|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1166505040s/12589.jpg|2289930] that is worth reading is Moon Lake. It starts out slow, like a lot of hers do, but it’s worth it for the way it ends. Otherwise, I would skip the last two collections entirely. The first two are still worth reading, though. Well, maybe just the first one and the title story of the second.

It took me about three years to read this collection of short stories, so I feel like I should be able to write something more profound about it. I have been reading this book since I first started my goodreads account, and finishing it is something of a milestone. Rather than feeling celebratory, though, I feel more like I just don’t ever want to think about it again. One reviewer wrote of The Golden Apples, “This book has been an albatross around my neck all freaking summer.” I’d like to echo that sentiment for the entire collection. I’ve been a lot better about it since I started this book reporting business, but usually I’m pretty stubborn about finishing books even if I don’t like them. This is a good example of that. I should have just quit when it started going bad because it did not ever get better. Stupid smooth-talking Brits. Stupid southern women writers.