K is for Katherine Anne Porter

“Miss McDonald!”

Heather Ross Miller inspired terror and love in her students.  Who better to teach Southern Women Fiction Writers than the woman who reminded us all that Appalachia is pronounced, “I’m gonna throw an apple-at-cha!”  followed by her permanent squint and grin?

I sat up quickly.  I couldn’t remember if I had done the reading.  That happened a lot in those days.  She stared me down. She knew.  She paused and then asked me a question.

“Do you know why the government won’t legalize marijuana?”  My friends snickered behind me.

“No, ma’am.”  My voice was weak, tinny.  She smiled one of those Cheshire cat grins.

“Everyone would be too happy to pay their taxes!” She cackled, turned to someone else, and the discussion resumed.  I sunk into my chair.  After class, I tried to sneak out of the room.  Again, I heard, “Miss McDonald!” 

I turned around, and she beckoned–eyebrow raised, lips pursed.

“You alright?”  I nodded a little.  “You sure?”  I shrugged.

“Stop it.  It’s not even noon.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Whatever it is, it’ll be okay.  Go home.”

I didn’t go home; instead, I laid out on the front lawn, that Technicolor expanse of green, and read and re-read the assigned stories from that day and that week.  Katherine Anne Porter was fierce, a little angry, unapologetic, beautiful.  There was a dark humor to her work, a scathing criticism of people but also some compassion, too; yet it was her precise use of words–the sheer ugliness of some–made me cling to every one.

I remember looking around me after reading “Pale Horse, Pale Rider,” trying to memorize the front lawn, all red brick and white columns, the bluest sky with a few cotton-ball clouds above me, the way the grass starts to make your legs itchy.  Then I read it again.  The last lines still rip my heart out every time I read them:

No more war, no more plague, only the dazed silence that follows the ceasing of the heavy guns; noiseless houses with the shades drawn, empty streets, the dead cold light of tomorrow.  Now there would be time for everything.

3 thoughts on “K is for Katherine Anne Porter

  1. LaurenL May 17, 2011 / 11:13 am

    heather, this is beautiful. you’ve captured both professor miller and the essence of that time at W&L so poignantly and yet so concisely. i really loved reading this.


    • heather May 17, 2011 / 12:47 pm

      thanks, lauren! that means a lot. i keep thinking i will write her and thank her for putting up with me. 🙂 i miss payne hall. it was such a perfect setting for our lit classes.


  2. Heather Ross Miller May 30, 2011 / 3:28 pm

    Thanks so much, Heather Mc – you’re much too generous in your memory of me, that class. I’ve printed this out and fixed to my wall to remind me to keep writing myself! I thank you for putting up with me! All the best – Prof HRM


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s