After watching Alan Arkin in the film The Heart is a Lonely Hunter many years ago, I shyed away from reading the works of Carson McCullers because I thought they would be too sad to read. A person who has such sadness in her eyes must inevitably write sad stories. This weekend I read her brilliantly written novella, The Ballad of the Sad Café, and it was indeed a sad story, and it left me feeling as gray and sad as this dreary, rainy November day. She writes about loneliness, and the human condition of loneliness even when you are with others, and of unrequited love, and of people that just don’t fit in anywhere. The feelings she evokes are universal, a reminder of the ultimate loneliness we all face. She was a gifted writer, and I’m glad I finally read something by her, but I think it will be awhile before I read more of her work.
This is my second read for J.T’s November Novella Challenge.