Pondering Light in August

I am pretty excited to tell you...I just finished another Faulkner book that I actually understood. I'm feeling quite accomplished! Perhaps Radcliffe kindly listed these novels in order of difficulty and it will be smooth sailing from here on out?

Truth.

Now that I understand what's happening, I more readily see the beauty in Faulkner's page-long-sentences and unique style. I somewhat wish that I'd started with Light in August and worked my way up to The Sound and the Fury. I might have appreciated it more.


Light in August follows Lena Grove's quest to locate her unborn baby's father in Jefferson, Mississippi, and along the way we learn of the tragic life of Joe Christmas, a mixed race man who commits a murder in the town. Each of the main characters is in some way an outcast, whether that because of racial heritage, marital status (or lack thereof), social beliefs, or a checkered past.

Not because they sang chart topping hits.

In reading the story, I wondered if Faulkner chose to portray each of these individuals on the fringe of society because they were more interesting, or because society then was so judgemental that there were just more outcasts as a result. I would not expect an unwed single mother or an interracial couple today to be ostracized in the way that these people were, but perhaps I'm being naive.


What do you think? Have we become more accepting as a society? Is this good or bad or maybe a bit of both?


Images found here and here.

Oh what a guy...Faaaaaaaulk-ner!

Me. Kind of.

"How can you read this? There are no pictures!" While not feeling precisely the same sentiment, I've suffered more than a few instances of staring at a page with furrowed brow and intense frown during this undertaking. A lot of these books are just plain hard to read.


So you can imagine my excitement when I began Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom! and...I understood it. Not the referencing-Shmoop-and-CliffsNotes-every-other-page kind of understanding, but actual, immediate comprehension of the words on the page. It's like that moment in Spanish class where "¿Dónde está la biblioteca?" ceases to sound like gibberish and actually becomes "Where is the library?" Oh happy day! And yes, that was also a Dodgeball shout out.

"That's me, taking the bull by the horns. It's how I handle business. It's a metaphor. That really happened though."

Now, some might say that Absalom, Absalom! just isn't as difficult to understand as Faulkner's other stream-of-consciousness, multiple-narrative-points-of-view craziness, and that's probably true. Nonetheless, I choose to believe that I am growing as a reader through this project. Just think how smart I'll be when I'm through. And if not smart, I will at least understand the humor in things like the The Reader's Drinking Game.


So here's my word to the wise: if you are going to attempt the Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom! is a great place to start. It's not as convoluted as some of his other works and the story is pretty darn juicy. Secret pasts, sordid affairs, potential incest. This has all the makings of a daytime soap. But it's classic literature, so you can feel a lot better about yourself afterwards.


This is not to say the story is without meaning, because Faulkner Dearest packs quite the wallop of symbolism into the character of Thomas Sutpen. Sutpen's character represents the South and shows how ideals and dignity built on the suffering of other men ultimately lead to destruction. Deep. And if you're like me, you'll wonder what's up with the title, and you'll learn about the Biblical story of Absalom (or maybe you already knew it, in which case, good on you and shame on me!). The tale does contain some spoilers, so be ready for that.


Overall, Absalom, Absalom! gets two thumbs up from this gal. Now...onto more Forster! Even happier day!

Pssst...gotta admit, that exclamation point at the end of the title really upped my enthusiasm each time I typed it. What's adding a little extra punch of fun to your day?
Beauty and the Beast image here. Dodgeball image here. Forster image plus hearts by myself. :)

My Mother is a Fish aka As I Lay Dying The Movie

Yes, you read that right. And for those of you who've read any Faulkner at all, you are probably joining me in thinking "HOW!?!?"



Evidently James Franco stopped making movies for pot smokers somehow became a serious actor (can someone please tell me when that happened?), and he's going to tackle the project. I'm not sure how Faulkner's multi-narrator, stream-of-consciousness style is going to translate onto the screen, but I admit I'll be curious to see it.

Read more on Franco's ideas here (Thanks Katie for sending me the link!).

What do you think? Ambitious film making or potential disaster?

Pineapple Express image found here.