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The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty by Eudora Welty

laurenedoherty's review against another edition

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inspiring reflective medium-paced

5.0

northerly_heart_reads's review against another edition

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emotional reflective medium-paced

4.75

steviec's review

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5.0

Eudora Welty sees everything. I'd be a little afraid of what she'd see if she saw me.

beckyg1016's review

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4.0

Moving short-story that explores power dynamics within a family, issues of self-worth, and possible mental illness.

janson's review against another edition

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3.0

I can appreciate the vernacular, the voices true and known, but acknowledge it’s not for me.

sharkycharming's review against another edition

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challenging dark emotional funny mysterious sad tense slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.5


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pussreboots's review against another edition

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4.0

My introduction to Eudora Welty

outspokenlibrarian's review against another edition

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4.0

Closer to 3.5. Some of the stories are quite wonderful, while others, not so much. Of the books contained therein, The Golden Apples was my favorite. All of those stories are part of the same cycle, set in a fictional town called Morgana. See my reading progress for more.

katmarlowe's review against another edition

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reflective slow-paced

3.0

revslick's review against another edition

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5.0

In a time where I see 800+ page novels as common and editing has become a lost art, Eudora's short stories are truly counter cultural. She say more in 3-500 words than most writers can in 3-500 pages. Less is definitely more. I remember the first time I read one of her stories. I drove the next day to Jackson, MS and knocked on her door. She invited me in to talk. I'm sure we were a spectacle. She looked like a classic, Southern school marm and I was in ripped up jeans, punk t-shirt, combat boots and piercings. The whole of the Southern struggle and angst is wrapped up wonderfully inside these stories. Treat them with respect, and they'll envelope you like warm blankets on a cool night.