《好人难寻》这篇宗教寓言小说，故事很简单，讲一位老太太随她儿子一家五口到佛罗里达州旅行，途中由于老太太想看看一个本应在田纳西州却莫名地以为在佐治亚州的种植园，路上因老太太这一糟糕念头而翻了车，这时那个从监狱里逃出来的叫不合时宜的人恰好经过，最后把她们一家六人全杀了，还包括那个婴儿。老太太与不合时宜的人之间的对话成了小说的高潮，也是理解小说主题和人物的重要依据。一个抛弃了上帝的人在一个被上帝抛弃的人面前装扮成上帝，结果只会这样。奥康纳一生信奉上帝，她一生中最大的困扰就是时间，她坚信上帝能给她足够的时间而不是短暂的39年，她是虔诚的。其实每个人心中都有自己的上帝，但上帝能给我们的是什么呢?上帝才知道。
The grandmother didn 8217;t want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennes- see and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey 8217;s mind. Bailey was the son she lived with, her only boy. He was sitting on the edge of his chair at the table, bent over the orange sports section of the Journal. 8220;Now look here, Bailey, 8221; she said, 8220;see here, read this, 8221; and she stood with one hand on her thin hip and the other rattling the newspaper at his bald head. 8220;Here this fellow that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen and headed toward Florida and you read here what it says he did to these people. Just you read it. I wouldn 8217;t take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloose in it. I couldn 8217;t answer to my conscience if I did. 8221;
Bailey didn 8217;t look up from his reading so she wheeled around then and faced the children 8217;s mother, a young woman in slacks, whose face was as broad and innocent as a cabbage and was tied around with a green head-kerchief that had two points on the top like rabbit 8217;s ears. She was sitting on the sofa, feeding the baby his apricots out of a jar. 8220;The children have been to Florida before, 8221; the old lady said. 8220;You all ought to take them somewhere else for a change so they would see different parts of the world and be broad. They never have been to east Tennessee. 8221;
The children 8217;s mother didn 8217;t seem to hear her but the eight-year-old boy, John Wesley, a stocky child with glasses, said, 8220;If you don 8217;t want to go to Florida, why dontcha stay at home? 8221; He and the little girl, June Star, were reading the funny papers on the floor.
8220;She wouldn 8217;t stay at home to be queen for a day, 8221; June Star said without raising her yellow head.
8220;Yes and what would you do if this fellow, The Misfit, caught you? 8221; the grandmother asked.
8220;I 8217;d smack his face, 8221; John Wesley said.
8220;She wouldn 8217;t stay at home for a million bucks, 8221; June Star said. 8220;Afraid she 8217;d miss something. She has to go everywhere we go. 8221;
8220;All right, Miss, 8221; the grandmother said. 8220;Just re- member that the next time you want me to curl your hair. 8221;
June Star said her hair was naturally curly.
The next morning the grandmother was the first one in the car, ready to go. She had her big black valise that looked like the head of a hippopotamus in one corner, and underneath it she was hiding a basket with Pitty Sing, the cat, in it. She didn 8217;t intend for the cat to be left alone in the house for three days because he would miss her too much and she was afraid he might brush against one of her gas burners and accidentally asphyxiate himself. Her son, Bailey, didn 8217;t like to arrive at a motel with a cat.
She sat in the middle of the back seat with John Wesley and June Star on either side of her. Bailey and the children 8217;s mother and the baby sat in front and they left Atlanta at eight forty-five with the mileage on the car at 55890. The grandmother wrote this down because she thought it would be interesting to say how many miles they had been when they got back. It took them twenty minutes to reach the outskirts of the city.
The old lady settled herself comfortably, removing her white cotton gloves and putting them up with her purse on the shelf in front of the back window. The children 8217;s mother still had on slacks and still had her head tied up in a green kerchief, but the grandmother had on a navy blue straw sailor hat with a bunch of white violets on the brim and a navy blue dress with a small white dot in the print. Her collars and cuffs were white organdy trimmed with lace and at her neckline she had pinned a purple spray of cloth violets containing a sachet. In case of an accident, anyone seeing her dead on the highway would know at once that she was a lady.
She said she thought it was going to be a good day for driving, neither too hot nor too cold, and she cautioned Bailey that the speed limit was fifty-five miles an hour and that the patrolmen hid themselves behind billboards and small clumps of trees and sped out after you before you had a chance to slow down. She pointed out interesting details of the scenery: Stone Mountain; the blue granite that in some places came up to both sides of the highway; the brilliant red clay banks slightly streaked with purple; and the various crops that made rows of green lace-work on the ground. The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled. The children were reading comic magazines and their mother and gone back to sleep.
8220;Let 8217;s go through Georgia fast so we won 8217;t have to look at it much, 8221; John Wesley said.
8220;If I were a little boy, 8221; said the grandmother, 8220;I wouldn 8217;t talk about my native state that way. Tennessee has the mountains and Georgia has the hills. 8221;
8220;Tennessee is just a hillbilly dumping ground, 8221; John Wesley said, 8220;and Georgia is a lousy state too. 8221;
8220;You said it, 8221; June Star said.
8220;In my time, 8221; said the grandmother, folding her thin veined fingers, 8220;children were more respectful of their native states and their parents and everything else. People did right then. Oh look at the cute little pickaninny! 8221; she said and pointed to a Negro child standing in the door of a shack. 8220;Wouldn 8217;t that make a picture, now? 8221; she asked and they all turned and looked at the little Negro out of the back window. He waved
8220;He didn 8217;t have any britches on, 8221; June Star said.
8220;He probably didn 8217;t have any, 8221; the grandmother explained. 8220;Little riggers in the country don 8217;t have things like we do. If I could paint, I 8217;d paint that picture, 8221; she said.
The children exchanged comic books.
The grandmother offered to hold the baby and the children 8217;s mother passed him over the front seat to her. She set him on her knee and bounced him and told him about the things they were passing. She rolled her eyes and screwed up her mouth and stuck her leathery thin face into his smooth bland one. Occasionally he gave her a faraway smile. They passed a large cotton field with five or fix graves fenced in the middle of it, like a small island. 8220;Look at the graveyard! 8221; the grandmother said, pointing it out. 8220;That was the old family burying ground. That belonged to the plantation. 8221;
8220;Where 8217;s the plantation? 8221; John Wesley asked.
8220;Gone With the Wind 8221; said the grandmother. 8220;Ha. Ha. 8221;
When the children finished all the comic books they had brought, they opened the lunch and ate it. The grandmother ate a peanut butter sandwich and an olive and would not let the children throw the box and the paper napkins out the window. When there was nothing else to do they played a game by choosing a cloud and making the other two guess what shape it suggested. John Wesley took one the shape of a cow and June Star guessed a cow and John Wesley said, no, an automobile, and June Star said he didn 8217;t play fair, and they began to slap each other over the grandmother.
The grandmother said she would tell them a story if they would keep quiet. When she told a story, she rolled her eyes and waved her head and was very dramatic. She said once when she was a maiden lady she had been courted by a Mr. Edgar Atkins Teagarden from Jasper, Georgia. She said he was a very good-looking man and a gentleman and that he brought her a watermelon every Saturday afternoon with his initials cut in it, E. A. T. Well, one Saturday, she said, Mr. Teagarden brought the watermelon and there was nobody at home and he left it on the front porch and returned in his buggy to Jasper, but she never got the watermelon, she said, because a nigger boy ate it when he saw the initials, E. A. T. ! This story tickled John Wesley 8217;s funny bone and he giggled and giggled but June Star didn 8217;t think it was any good. She said she wouldn 8217;t marry a man that just brought her a watermelon on Saturday. The grandmother said she would have done well to marry Mr. Teagarden because he was a gentle man and had bought Coca-Cola stock when it first came out and that he had died only a few years ago, a very wealthy man.
They stopped at The Tower for barbecued sand- wiches. The Tower was a part stucco and part wood filling station and dance hall set in a clearing outside of Timothy. A fat man named Red Sammy Butts ran it and there were signs stuck here and there on the building and for miles up and down the highway saying, TRY RED SAMMY 8217;S FAMOUS BARBECUE. NONE LIKE FAMOUS RED SAMMY 8217;S! RED SAM! THE FAT BOY WITH THE HAPPY LAUGH. A VETERAN! RED SAMMY 8217;S YOUR MAN!
Red Sammy was lying on the bare ground outside The Tower with his head under a truck while a gray monkey about a foot high, chained to a small chinaberry tree, chattered nearby. The monkey sprang back into the tree and got on the highest limb as soon as he saw the children jump out of the car and run toward him.
Inside, The Tower was a long dark room with a counter at one end and tables at the other and dancing space in the middle. They all sat down at a board table next to the nickelodeon and Red Sam 8217;s wife, a tall burnt-brown woman with hair and eyes lighter than her skin, came and took their order. The children 8217;s mother put a dime in the machine and played 8220;The Tennessee Waltz, 8221; and the grandmother said that tune always made her want to dance. She asked Bailey if he would like to dance but he only glared at her. He didn 8217;t have a naturally sunny disposition like she did and trips made him nervous. The grandmother 8217;s brown eyes were very bright. She swayed her head from side to side and pretended she was dancing in her chair. June Star said play something she could tap to so the children 8217;s mother put in another dime and played a fast number and June Star stepped out onto the dance floor and did her tap routine.
8220;Ain 8217;t she cute? 8221; Red Sam 8217;s wife said, leaning over the counter. 8220;Would you like to come be my little girl? 8221;
8220;No I certainly wouldn 8217;t, 8221; June Star said. 8220;I wouldn 8217;t live in a broken-down place like this for a million bucks! 8221; and she ran back to the table.
8220;Ain 8217;t she cute? 8221; the woman repeated, stretching her mouth politely.
8220;Arn 8217;t you ashamed? 8221; hissed the grandmother.
Red Sam came in and told his wife to quit lounging on the counter and hurry up with these people 8217;s order. His khaki trousers reached just to his hip bones and his stomach hung over them like a sack of meal swaying under his shirt. He came over and sat down at a table nearby and let out a combination sigh and yodel. 8220;You can 8217;t win, 8221; he said. 8220;You can 8217;t win, 8221; and he wiped his sweating red face off with a gray handkerchief. 8220;These days you don 8217;t know who to trust, 8221; he said. 8220;Ain 8217;t that the truth? 8221;
8220;People are certainly not nice like they used to be, 8221; said the grandmother.
8220;Two fellers come in here last week, 8221; Red Sammy said, 8220;driving a Chrysler. It was a old beat-up car but it was a good one and these boys looked all right to me. Said they worked at the mill and you know I let them fellers charge the gas they bought? Now why did I do that? 8221;
8220;Because you 8217;re a good man! 8221; the grandmother said at once.
8220;Yes 8217;m, I suppose so, 8221; Red Sam said as if he were struck with this answer.
His wife brought the orders, carrying the five plates all at once without a tray, two in each hand and one balanced on her arm. 8220;It isn 8217;t a soul in this green world of God 8217;s that you can trust, 8221; she said. 8220;And I don 8217;t count nobody out of that, not nobody, 8221; she repeated, looking at Red Sammy.
8220;Did you read about that criminal, The Misfit, that 8217;s escaped? 8221; asked the grandmother.
8220;I wouldn 8217;t be a bit surprised if he didn 8217;t attack this place right here, 8221; said the woman. 8220;If he hears about it being here, I wouldn 8217;t be none surprised to see him. If he hears it 8217;s two cent in the cash register, I wouldn 8217;t be a tall surprised if he . . . 8221;
8220;That 8217;ll do, 8221; Red Sam said. 8220;Go bring these people their Co 8217;-Colas, 8221; and the woman went off to get the rest of the order.
8220;A good man is hard to find, 8221; Red Sammy said. 8220;Everything is getting terrible. I remember the day you could go off and leave your screen door unlatched. Not no more. 8221;
He and the grandmother discussed better times. The old lady said that in her opinion Europe was entirely to blame for the way things were now. She said the way Europe acted you would think we were made of money and Red Sam said it was no use talking about it, she was exactly right. The children ran outside into the white sunlight and looked at the monkey in the lacy chinaberry tree. He was busy catching fleas on himself and biting each one carefully between his teeth as if it were a delicacy.