Coming from a society that is immune to most forms of hardcore gore, Flannery O'Connor's," A Good Man Is Hard to Find," does a good job of being an exemption to the rule. Starting off with a grandmother trying to instill a sense of morals to her next of kin, the story flips around into something unexpected. A gruesome story unfolds, providing a glimpse into the realty of life, which is death.
             The story starts off in a jumble of thoughts. The author does a good job of rushing the beginning of the story. It seems as if the author is rushing images at you while in the text the characters are themselves rushing to leave on their vacation. Followed by comments only grandmothers' reserve for their loved ones, we get a sudden sense of impending doom.
             Here the narration stops as if the story comes to life. We are given vivid words on the crash of their vehicle, an event that probably only took ten seconds to occur. What once was a story of advice becomes a story of dread. O'Connor does a fine job of showing evident desperation, by the grandmother, to save her family evident. While pleading with the misfit, the grandmother begins to form a sense of hope, Maybe they won't kill me anyway? But she soon discovers that here hopes had become a nightmare. The cold hard fact that she was going to die hit her.
             O'Connor starts off this short story on a slow pace. It drags along barely keeping the attention of the reader. The hook, right when you're about to give up on the book, it gets you. O'Connor's grabbed the reader's divine attention when the grandmother has the strangest thought, and is then suddenly cutoff as the car crashes.
             All in all, the story has solid, neither good nor bad. It was sound in many aspects, except it lacked the kick and flair most short stories try to throw at you.
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