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Article: Elizabeth Hardwick: self and sensibility.
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- April 1, 1999
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A character in Elizabeth Hardwick's second novel, The Simple Truth, likes to remind himself that he is more like most of us than he might have been:
He hated sloth and triviality and would have perished as a
pioneer rather than live by his wits as a handsome beau in New
York. "This is strangely to my credit," he would think, "since I
am a Virginian."
Hardwick, born in Kentucky in 1916, is not like most other Southern writers (though her sly wit strikes me as very Southern, and the dignity of her intelligence allies her with other serious Southern women prose writers, including Eudora Welty, Elizabeth Spencer, and Flannery O'Connor, to ...