Summarise this paragraph from flannery o'connor, "some aspects of the grotesque in southern fiction" (1960) you may say that the serious writer doesn't have to bother about the tired reader, but he does, because they are all tired. one old lady who wants her heart lifted up wouldn't be so bad, but you multiply her two hundred and fifty thousand times and what you get is a book club. i used to think it should be possible to write for some supposed elite, for the people who attend universities and sometimes know how to read, but i have since found that though you may publish your stories in botteghe oscure, they are any good at all, you are eventually going to get a letter from some old lady in california, or some inmate of the federal penitentiary or the state insane asylum or the local poorhouse, telling you where you have failed to meet his needs.