Summer is over, and I finally managed to slip in one Southern Gothic novel before I inevitably turn to the big depressing books of autumn and winter. As it turns out, this one was also pretty depressing, but I still enjoyed it and I managed to read the whole thing in an afternoon, which is always immensely satisfying. This was also my first experience with Eudora Welty, an author I will definitely be turning back to, as I've already got her collected short stories on my shelf, although I don't think I'll be getting around to it any time soon. In some ways it seems unfair to compare her to Flannery O'Connor and Carson McCullers, just because they are all Southern women, but there are startling similarities to their prose, although of the three I'd say Eudora Welty is the least macabre.