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...style echoes the fact that Rapp wrote Nocturne when he was reading Faulkner. Although the Son never lapses into an inchoate stream, his monologue is a form of self-flagellation reminiscent of The Sound and the Fury's Jason Compson. In Nocturne the monologue is lyrical, moving with the sheer inevitability of a musical composition. Dallas Roberts' Son makes each word into a plaintive wail. Even when the character lapses into humor (at one point even mimicking stand up comedy), the humor's forced nature hints at more shocks to come. The subject matter is graphic and serious business...
...looked for answers among the novels and poems I have read and discussed over the past few years; works filled with angst-ridden protagonists of privileged education, disillusioned but well-meaning idealists in search of greater Truth and Beauty. Were we like Quentin Compson, confused, disenchanted rowers ultimately propelled by our own heightened consciousness to a dire end (near the Weekes footbridge no less)? Or J. Alfred Prufrock (coming and going, speaking of the Michelangelo we had learned so assiduously in our Literature and Arts B class), worried about physical appearance, afraid to eat a peach? Or were we more...
...used to walk through the Old Yard at dusk to catch the first lights as they gleamed from centuries-old dorm windows. These beacons provided comfort and an excursion for the mind: John F. Kennedy '40 lived behind one of these windows, and Ralph Waldo Emerson another, and Quentin Compson another, in William Faulkner's fiction and the collective Harvard consciousness...
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...fellow Southerner and I went to Anderson Bridge not long ago in search of the plaque commemorating Compson's mythic jump. Years ago a group of Faulkner fans are said to have placed a bronze plaque on the side of the bridge that saw Compson's tumble. It is also said that not long ago, a group of equally ardent fans stole the plaque. We did not know that as we approached the bridge, eager to pay homage to the desperation Compson felt; I understood a bit of his confusion...