Tag Archives: Faulkner

Part of character development is to establish reader identification with the characters, especially the protagonist.  In Faulkner’s novels, with the multiple points of view, we’re never sure exactly who that is.  What’s more, we have to learn to separate good … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Faulkner’s novel is told by the characters, mainly the members of the Bundren family; a similar technique that he employed in The Sound and the Fury.  The immediate tension is the knowledge that Addie Bundren is lying very ill in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

While it was my best intention to hold off on the reading except for Plato, Macromedia learning and catching up on the lit journals, I couldn’t help it.  Honest, I just walked near the lineup of books and Faulkner slid … Continue reading →

So that’s what’s so hot about Faulkner.  He’s damn good.  Knows the rules and how to break them.  Can suck a reader in with the most godawful opening pages and keep you wanting to know what this nonsense is all … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Hate that–I’m racing through an action scene in the last few pages and I need to stop and get this down: But the other still struggled, and Jason freed one hand and struck him on the head.  A clumsy, hurried … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Ef I jes had a quarter," Luster says, "I could go to dat show." "En ef you had wings you could fly to heaven," Dilsey says.  "I don’t want to hear another word about dat show." "That reminds me," I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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 →