It was a dark and stormy night...

[xenogram]

On the way back to Dunedin, in a tearing rush, I bought a copy of Absalom, Absalom! on the way out of the Off the Rails Cafe in Timaru. By American author William Faulkner, this one of his "most celebrated" novels. It's also a complete waste of time, one of the most awful things I've ever tried to read. Here's a random passage:Yes, the two

Comments

[aleph_naught]

I can understand how in a fit of creativity one might tap such nonsense how on a typewriter; I don't understand how one wouldn't think to go back and rewrite it in a coherent form afterwards.

Maybe it's some kind of deliberate act of style? =/

[xenogram]

Maybe it's some kind of deliberate act of style? =/

Both are, the latter victorian, the former modernist.

[aleph_naught]

Disturbing, it is, that such a style of writing was at one time popular.

[thatjazz]

Faulkner, for the most part, gives me a headache. However I highly reccomend his short story "A Rose for Emily", just for the "WTF" factor.