I think I mentioned (a couple of times) last week that I have just finished The Sound and the Fury.
When I went into this book, it was with a good deal of trepidation. I expected tedium, confusion, an inferiority complex. At best, I hoped to slog through it and say at the end: "Yes, I read it."
I did not expect to have a reading experience that changed my life. But this did.
I am so sad for all the years that I have lived not having read this. Or any Faulkner for that matter. I am busily plotting now to read every word this man ever wrote. I want to hang pictures of him in my house. I think that maybe if I had read him before (or during) college, I may have changed majors and become an English professor just so I could spend my life immersed in William Faulkner.
People have made careers out of analyzing this book.... I can understand why.
I do not believe that I am capable or able to give anyone any pithy insight into this work. I think that I have said before that I am not equipped to write book reviews, nor do I wish to spend my limited blogging time doing so.
I just wanted to say that I LOVED this. LOVED it. Was changed by it. Was carried along by words in a way that I have never been before. I felt so proud that Mr. Faulkner was an American, was a Southerner... was a giant.