Word: faulknerisms
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...Students sometimes write things that have nothing to do with the class--like 'he wore ugly ties,'" said staff writer C Faulkner...
...some hounds and go terrorize a fox, the anniversary of her birth had been toasted with champagne. They put the author in a prominent chair, and people came and knelt to share a word. Elsewhere in the rooms, literary conversations were going on. The theme of the annual William Faulkner conference this year upstate at Oxford, one organizer volunteered, is the humor in Faulkner's works. "A lot of people just don't see it," he added...
...Some people just analyze the work flat into dullness," his interlocutor replied. "I remember one year at the Faulkner conference I heard somebody say, 'Well, I went to the Louvre, and I was able to determine what was hanging when Faulkner was in France. We know he saw the Monets and the Manets, and there was some Cézanne, but Picasso is questionable. I think I'm about to change my mind on whether Faulkner was a cubist.' Now that's numbing stuff, and some of it went on with Eudora's work today...
...acters off-Broadway, he places at one end of the seminar table a prim-looking teacher (Frances Sternhagen) whose lack of success as a novelist has not yet sapped her idealism. At the other end sits Bufford Bullough (Leon Russom). Bufford looks like Thomas Wolfe, writes like William Faulkner and carries around with him in a cardboard box the burden of his dreams: a thousand-page manuscript and a bottle of booze. It is hard to say whether the other students (Peggity Price, Jane Connell) are more appalled by the erotic spew of language in Bufford's work...
...democratic Burgess incorporates most of the canonized major figures (Joyce, Faulkner, Nabokov, Hemingway), but he is in his gadfly glory when he argues for the underrated. At times he pays tribute to a neglected master like Joyce Gary, of whose The Horse's Mouth he writes: "Depicting low life, it blazes with an image of the highest life of all-that of the creative imagination." At other times he elevates a merely unfashionable craftsman like Budd Schulberg, for whose The Disenchanted he makes the dubious claim: "No fiction has ever done better at presenting the inner torments...