http://www.mccullerscenter.org
where you'll find the mission statement, fellowship application materials, detailed information about McCullers' life and work, and information about how you can donate to the McCullers Center. This blog, though, is intended to give you a more casual report of day-to-day goings-on at CSU's Carson McCullers Center.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Welcome, Chattahoochee Writers Conference!
http://wynne-huddleston.blogspot.com/2010/09/2010-chattahoochee-valley-writers.html
Saturday, September 25, 2010
News from McCullersland
http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118024507.html?categoryId=2431&cs=1
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Conference registration page up!
We realize that February seems like a long time away, but it'll be here before you know it. And you know you don't want to miss the Carson McCullers conference. Check it out at
http://conted.colstate.edu//CarsonMcCullersConference_.php
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Welcome, Jessica Garratt!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Welcome, Mrs. Bush.
Friday, August 27, 2010
"... the last Friday of August ..."
The first page of The Member of the Wedding:
It happened that green and crazy summer when Frankie was twelve years old. This was the summer when for a long time she had not been a member. She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world. Frankie had become an unjoined person who hung around in doorways, and she was afraid. In June the trees were bright dizzy green, but later the leaves darkened, and the town turned black and shrunken under the glare of the sun. At first Frankie walked around doing one thing and another. The sidewalks of the town were gray in the early morning and at night, but the noon sun put a glaze on them, so that the cement burned and glittered like glass. The sidewalks finally became too hot for Frankie’s feet, and also she got herself in trouble. She was in so much secret trouble that she thought it was better to stay at home – and at home there was only Berenice Sadie Brown and John Henry West. The three of them sat at the kitchen table, saying the same things over and over, so that by August the words began to rhyme with each other and sound strange. The world seemed to die each afternoon and nothing moved any longer. At last the summer was like a green sick dream, or like a silent crazy jungle under glass. And then, on the last Friday of August, all this was changed: it was so sudden that Frankie puzzled the whole blank afternoon, and still she did not understand.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Southern Literary Trailfest 2011
The Carson McCullers Center is proud to be a part of the Southern Literary Trail, and we are especially happy to sponsor the inaugural event of Trailfest 2011.
