Not nuts about the first twenty pages of this and I do hope it gets better as it moves deeper into the story. Right now, there's a basic plot, a bit of action to drive it, and a truckload of characters that are falling over each other for my attention. Too many people, too many bits of detail, too much unnecessary stuff that overshadows the reader's chance to fall in with these folk. I find myself forcing the reading to get beyond a "who cares?" attitude.
It is Faulkner, however, so of course I'm bound to catch the rhythm eventually.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology