While the book was hardly upbeat (hence the title) it was a wonderful read. O’Connor is an excellent writer and, while the book was fiction, it did not fail to present good food for thought. Maybe that’s what makes it such a good book.
Originally published in 1961, the story and characters still have parallels today–to the point where I didn’t feel I was reading some old, outdated novel. I didn’t have to think about the time in which this book was written; I was just carried along by the story line, the fantastic descriptions, and the characters.
I think somewhere I have another book by the same author: The Last Hurrah. I haven’t ever read it, but O’Connor’s writing inspires me to read more.