Word: faulknerisms
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...well. The problem with sounding Southern, she says, is that it suggests certain stereotypes. A lot of outsiders have formed their ideas about the South through prolonged contemplation of Hee Haw and The Dukes of Hazzard. These ideas tend to be long on pickup trucks and short on Faulkner...
...drunken and beat up father tells the older brother he is not his son, a theme of uncertainty reminiscent of earlier Southern writers William Faulkner and Robert Penn Warren. In anguish, the older brother orders the younger one not to call him by his name. He feels he has no identity, that he belongs to no one and deserves no name...
...novel experiments with modes of narration. Vilmure borrows Faulkner's method of narrating through more than one persona, as each brother tells part of the story. The younger brother's narration is skillfully executed, as he relates what a child sees. Vilmure follows the boy's mind processes perceptively and eloquently...
...Rose for Emily," in Collected Stories, William Faulkner. Just what is the secret of Miss Emily's past? And what exactly has become of her mysterious lover? And what, may we ask, is that awful smell coming form the attic of Miss Emily's...Wait a minute! Don't wanna give it all away, heh heh. But this is a story to put chest on your hairs, and it beats plowing through Absalom, Absalom!, another potentially potent 'Ween read...
...turns out that the bureau could have used some Ph.D.s in English. Both The New Yorker and The Nation magazines last week documented nearly half a century of FBI surveillance of more than 100 prominent American writers, including six Nobel laureates (Sinclair Lewis, Pearl Buck, William Faulkner, Ernest Hemingway, Eugene O'Neill and John Steinbeck). The gumshoe lit crit was sometimes comically inept. FBI files, for example, described the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay as possibly subversive because she used the "analogy of the mole boring under the garden...