Category Archives: LITERATURE

Was coming down the homestretch this afternoon, going through the last twenty or so pages at a fairly steady pace since something was actually happening now. In the middle of this action, while the end is in sight with a … Continue reading →

While it is the at the core of his style, Faulkner’s use of metaphor and simile are weird. The purpose of these elements of writing are to give the reader a quick, readily recognizable, usually visual, word or phrase that … Continue reading →

Faulkner does tend to like a small crew as his protagonist personality–perhaps a makeup of the raw textures of each that bring together a specter of a main character that is an extension of each, and a representative of man. … Continue reading →

This one’s amazing: “(…) a wife after three years to scrutinize, weigh and compare, not from one of the local ducal houses but from the lesser baronage whose principality was so far decayed that there would be no risk of … Continue reading →

In Faulkner’s style of using different points of view to reveal both attitudes of the characters and to give another insight that may be unknown to the other characters, I stumbled upon a nugget of information that I’m not sure … Continue reading →

There is lots to love about Faulkner’s choice of words and way with the language, but this was just perfect: But Quentin was not listening, because there was also something which he too could not pass–that door, the running feet … Continue reading →

Just finished the wild ride of Chapter V wherein Miss Rosa takes over the narrative and repeats what’s happened, yet shows a different slant because of her own mental baggage. One thing that I read a bit warily is the … Continue reading →

Again on Faulkner’s style, his description of aging and the normal gaining of weight is done with a flourish: He was not portly yet, though he was now getting on toward fifty-five. The fat, the stomach, came later. It came … Continue reading →