About the Author

Carson McCullers was born Lula Carson Smith in Columbus, Georgia,on February 19, 1917. At the age of nineteen she published her first short story,"Wunderkind," in Story magazine, and soon was contributing fiction to The NewYorker, Harper's Bazaar, and Mademoiselle. She won early critical and commercialsuccess with her first novel, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (1940), published whenshe was only twenty-three. Over the next quarter-century she published four morenovels and a collection of short stories, and found Broadway success with her playThe Member of the Wedding (produced in 1950). After a series of increasinglydebilitating strokes, she died in Nyack, N.Y., in 1967, at the age of fifty.

Carlos L. Dews is the editor of the two-volume Library of America Carson McCullers editionas well aIllumination and Night Glare- The Unfinished Autobiography of Carson McCullers(University of Wisconsin Press, 1999). He is chair of the Department of English Language andLiterature at John Cabot University, Rome, and the Director of JCU's Institute for CreativeWriting and Literary Translation.


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Reviews

"Of all the Southern writers, she is he most apt to endure. . . . Her genius for prose remains one of the few satisfying achievements of our second-rate culture." —Gore Vidal

"A genius . . . She knows her own original, fearless, and compassionate mind. What she has, before anything else, is a courageous imagination-one that is bold enough to consider the terrible in human nature without loss of nerve, calm, dignity, or love." —V. S. Pritchett

"The most impressive aspect of [her work] is the astonishing compassion that enables a white writer, for the first time in Southern fiction, to handle Negro characters with as much ease and justice as those of her own race. This cannot be accounted for stylistically or politically; it seems to stem from an attitude toward life which enables Mrs. McCullers to rise above the pressures of her environment and embrace white and black humanity in one sweep of apprehension and tenderness." —Richard Wright