/lit/ - Literature

WHO ELSE /FAULKNER/?
THIS A /FAULKNER/ BOARD NOW

What's your favorite work from him? As good as his novels are (TSATF and Absalom are unmitigated masterpieces of world literature), Barn Burning is such a succinct and impactful short story that I feel it must be mentioned. It tells so much on so many different levels, about life, fatherhood, childhood, society, people, authority, everything, that I think it could even be his most dense work (that I've read). It's a masterpiece on the same level as the aforementioned novels.

Has a greater author ever put pen to paper and written?

Time will reveal to you the fact that I am correct

READ HIM AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY HAVEN'T YOU READ HIM HE IS TRANSCENDENT NOT SINCE SHAKESPEARE HAS SUCH BEAUTY AND UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE BEEN BESTOWED UPON THE HUMAN POPULATION IN THE FORM OF WORDS ON PAPER ARRRGHHHHHHHHH

What's your favorite Faulkner short story

Why haven't you read the best writer of the last three hundred years? What are you favorite quotes and favorite work by Faulkner?

>When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o' clock and then I was in time again,hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

How do I write in completely and totally different voices and maintain quality of work?

>...Immobile, bearded and hand palm-lifted the horseman sat; behind him the wild blacks and the captive architect huddled quietly, carrying in bloodless paradox the shovels and picks and axes of peaceful conquest. Then in the long unamaze Quentin seemed to watch them overrun suddenly the hundred square miles of tranquil and astonished earth and drag house and formal gardens violently out of the soundless Nothing and clap them down like cards upon a table beneath the up-palm immobile and pontific, creating the Sutpen's Hundred, the Be Sutpen's Hundred like the oldentime Be Light. Then hearing would reconicle and he would seem to listen listen to two separate Quentins now - the Quentin Compson preparing for Harvard in the South, the deep South dead since 1865 and peopled with garrulous outraged baffled ghosts...

Plato has a way of making people realize how their positions have little to no foundation in logic.