…there was nothing timid or frail about the manner in which Carson McCullers faced life.

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I first met Carson McCullers during the war when I was visiting Paulette Goddard and Burgess Meredith in upstate New York. Carson lived nearby, and one day when Buzz and I were out for a walk she hailed us from her doorway. She was then in her early twenties, and had already suffered the first of a series of strokes that made her an invalid before she was thirty. I remember her as a fragile thing with great shining eyes, and a tremor in her hand as she placed it in mine. It wasn’t palsy, rather a quiver of animal timidity. But there was nothing timid or frail about the manner in which Carson McCullers faced life. And as her afflictions multiplied she only grew stronger.

An Open Book, by John Huston

4 comments

  1. Whenever I see photos of McCullers or read something about her, my thoughts inevitably go to “I must re-read ‘The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter’ and ‘Ballad of the Sad Cafe.'” Thought it this time, too, so I guess I need to make room for them. Thanks for the wonderful photo!

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