Ethan Hawke’s film about southern goth writer, Flannery O’Connor, is a breath of dank air. It’s deliciously dark and a tribute to what it means to be a spirit-led writer.
I consider myself a Miami girl to the bone, a proud descendent of Jamaican storytellers. But I often feel that people forget that Miami is, indeed, part of the south. There are actual southerners here. Miami is its own south as the convergence of Caribbean immigrant and southern progeny has created its own kind of culture, dialect, food, ritual.
For artists who may need to stimulate the muses, I highly recommend the film: