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A Good Man Is Hard to Find by Flannery O’Connor goes like this: a family, consisting of Grandma, her son Bailey, his wife and their two kids, June Star and John Wesley, takes a road trip to Florida from Georgia. Along the way they get into an accident. Fugitives, The Misfit and his assistants, stop by; Grandma recognizes them from the picture in the newspaper; fugitives kill the family members one by one.
The main actions of the story take place in the last part, when The Misfit is having a dispute with Grandma, while her entire kin is being murdered by The Misfit’s buddies. Before, there aren’t any good men and hardly any bad ones, everyone’s mediocre. But when The Misfit and Grandma meet, reader got to choose on whose side to be.
The Misfit is my favorite. He is the only person (from the population of those, whom reader really gets to know) who got to where he morally is on his own: “…it’s some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it’s others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latters.”(p.452). It seems to me that he is that good man, O’Connor is talking about.
He is honest – I couldn’t find this honesty in anyone, but June Star, who is a six-year old with a lot of naïveté. Simplicity and openness are hard to find, this quality of his won my heart.
The Misfit lost all hope, and it enables him to do anything he wants. He is completely free. He is not afraid of God’s retaliation. In my opinion, this characterizes a good person – he is not afraid of what he is not sure about (eternal damnation), he is ready to challenge the ultimate power and everyone else in the world.
The flaws of his, except for the fact that he is a vicious murderer, only make him more humane. He is lost in this world, the world does not want him, and it is his tragedy. The concept of uneven punishment is not pretty, but reflects truth in my opinion: “I call myself The Misfit […] because I can’t make what all I done wrong fit what all I gone through in punishment... Does it seem right to you, lady, that one is punished a heap and another ain’t punished at all?”(p.453)
The reason I gave his concept thought is in me. I have everything a man might want. I have just enough money to make ends meet plus a little bit, not too much to start wasting it; and he got to kill people for their clothes. My girlfriend is of unmatched good nature and beauty. I have my mind intact and my body functioning excellently. I have millions of opportunities for future rise or decline or shift in any direction. He has two – jail or grave.
I have everything, and he has a rifle and two disgusting henchmen. I’ve done virtually nothing, good things happen to stick to me, and he had to go through a lot (murder-jail-escape-murder-murder-murder) before getting to where he’s at. My question is: why? Did I do something, so that in my world everything’s included, and in his there’s an endless fight going on?
I sympathize with him, because it seems that people like he have to pay the price for my successes, even if all they’ve done is they’ve shown me what not to do. You got to respect the man that teaches you.
