My kids and I talked a teeny tiny bit about William Faulkner a couple of weeks ago. It wasn't even what we were really supposed to be talking about (Fitzgerald), but a little off-shoot conversation about Faulkner never hurt anyone. The result was me plowing through both As I Lay Dying and The Sound and the Fury in the last seven days.
Faulkner? He was the real deal. He grew up in the south, was part of the British Royal Air Force, kind of slept around a little on his wife, and pretty much wrote some legit stream-of-conscious stories. He's not on the Modern Library's List of 100 Greatest Books of All Time (or something like that) three times for nothin'. Uh, and PS? He won the Nobel Prize.
Much like Lolita and Jane Eyre, Sons and Lovers, The Old Man and The Sea, and Gatsby ... my copies of As I Lay Dying and The Sound and the Fury are both highlighted and tagged. I can't help myself.
Here are some of my favorites -
The Sound and the Fury:
As I Lay Dying:
Read one of them. Please? Just one? I stood in Wal-Mart today and took in their meager book offering, and I got a little sad. Soon, all too soon, Faulkner's words will be forgotten and people will only know the same formulaic writing of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult. Don't let that happen.
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