on flannery

There was no way out of this checkmate, so she adapted herself to it, as she had to her relative isolation, with a willed acceptance grounded in her ever-deepening faith, and the sardonic humor that was so much a part of her personality and her mind. She had begun to realize that her forced return to the South has not signaled the end of her writing life, but rather what she could regard as a benevolent redirection of her course that would greatly enrich it. She began to see that she had been constrained to come back exactly where she belonged, as the particular artist she was.