I really can’t bring myself to rate this because I feel like I’m missing something here… I know it’s blasphemous to some for me to say this, but I neither like nor dislike Eudora Welty. She feels kind of like Alice Munro’s predecessor— another writer I can learn to appreciate but can’t love.
Eudora Welty is now a writer I can add to my category of “short story writers who everyone seems to love except for me” along with Denis Johnson, Raymond Carver, and David Foster Wallace.