This is a strange but beautiful novel. It is said to be “totally original” and it is hard to disagree. This story of a preacher – Hazel Motes – in the American South after the Second World War is certainly a strange one. However, it is the high-jinx and thought-processes of his young acquaintance, Enoch Emery, which stand out as utterly amazing. The thinking of Hazel is a little off the wall and abstract, making it hard to care how he arrives at his odd conclusions, but the way Enoch Emery’s mind works is fascinating and compelling, and in the way he is described and his existence narrated, O’Connor manages to create something totally original. But the novel’s structure is also imaginative, the way the story is caused to rise and fall and peter-out is impressive. After only one hundred-and-sixty pages, the reader is left a little dizzy. What just happened in this novel?