Category Archives: LITERATURE

My God, Jason’s the family prick, ain’t he? We ate a while.  I could hear Ben in the kitchen, where Luster was feeding him.  Like I say, if we’ve got to feed another mouth and she won’t take that money, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Odd that I should have just posted about symbolism in reality and have come across it so cleverly wrapped with Faulkner’s novel.  Or maybe not so odd; often we read without realizing what we’re seeing. Caddy’s muddy drawers were seen … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The second section of the novel, Quentin’s view, takes place in a single day of wandering around Boston with a plan of sorts in mind–he cuts classes at Harvard, dresses up, writes a few letters and ruminates on the past … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Faulkner’s understanding of human nature comes through in this small scene.  Quentin, away at university, is standing on a bridge when three young boys stop to consider fishing.  There is one large wiley trout upon whose head a bounty has … Continue reading → Continue reading →

All right, so on this one I cheated–I did a bit of research on Faulkner’s novel and came across the term "stream of consciousness" to help keep me going on it because having done with Benjy’s section and finding that … Continue reading → Continue reading →

All I have to say at this point is, dang good thing Faulkner didn’t have to submit the first thirty pages to find a publisher. I pray for dawn. Continue reading →

Working my way into Faulkner, wanting to like him, learning I must learn to like him.  Flipping a few pages ahead searching desperately for a chapter break so I can figure out WTF is going on. The good:  Character revelation … Continue reading → Continue reading →