"A Rose for Emily" is a truly remarkable short story that has earned a well-deserved five-star rating. It delves deep into the complex and mysterious life of Emily Grierson, painting a vivid picture of a woman trapped in the past and isolated from the changing world around her. The story is filled with rich symbolism and a sense of foreboding that keeps the reader on the edge of their seat until the very end.
"Turnabout," on the other hand, is a three-star story. While it has its merits, it doesn't quite reach the same level of excellence as "A Rose for Emily." The plot is engaging enough, but perhaps lacks the depth and complexity that would have made it a more outstanding piece. Nevertheless, it still manages to hold the reader's attention and provides an enjoyable reading experience.
Overall, both stories have their own unique qualities and offer something different to the reader. Whether you prefer the dark and mysterious atmosphere of "A Rose for Emily" or the more straightforward narrative of "Turnabout," there is no denying that they are both worthy of being read and appreciated.
Still need to read Absalom, Absalom! and The Sound And The Fury, but I didn't have an overly favorable opinion of this collection of Faulkner's short stories.
My favorites among them were Barn Burning, Mountain Victory, A Rose For Emily, and Two Soldiers.
The main issue for me is that although I value the darkness of Southern Gothic literature and understand its allegorical significance in depicting the decay and stagnation of the postbellum South, I don't appreciate it being so all-encompassing. The fatalistic wallowing of many characters in this miasma makes sense from Faulkner's perspective, given his life and experiences in late 1800s-early 1900s Mississippi. I'm certain a great deal of his writing was extremely cathartic for him. However, immersing oneself in the lives of these dumb, fatalistic characters is also极其 depressing. Maybe that's why Faulkner was an alcoholic.
One aspect of his writing that held my interest, though, was his inclination to simply plunge into storylines. There is no spoon-feeding of characters' names and backgrounds in the following sentences. Instead, the reader is abruptly thrust into a conversation or a situation where the names, the setting, previous history, and plot unfold in a scattered and uneven manner. The pronouns of speaking characters often overlap to such an extent that the reader has to act as a detective not only to the clues provided for the background and story but also to figure out who the hell is even speaking. There's at least one story where a character's name is only mentioned once, and that's towards the end.
Much like with Faulkner's Southern Gothic darkness, I didn't have a particularly strong like or dislike for this trait of his, but I found it to be entirely unique and interesting.
A great introduction to Faulkner’s genius is truly captivating. He undoubtedly deserves the lofty reputation he has earned. It is indeed a sad fact that recognition came to him so late, considering he had worked tirelessly for a long time on numerous books, poems, and screenplays. One cannot help but admire his unwavering persistence. Perhaps, for him, writing for its own sake was all that truly mattered, or nearly so. Faulkner’s short stories are incredibly powerful, capable of raising the senses to new heights. His style and prose are original and unique, setting him apart from other writers. The vivid descriptions of varied people, situations, and places are simply wonderful. In two of his stories, he effortlessly puts us in the mind of a boy, allowing us to experience the world through the boy’s eyes. Moreover, he gives us the unmistakable flavor of southern culture in times gone by. Just like Joyce’s Dubliners, I am certain that I will be reading these short stories again. They are not only entertaining but also highly instructive, offering valuable insights into the human condition and the rich tapestry of southern life.
Descriptive, detailed and grandiose - these are the words that can best describe this work. It was so grandiose that it took me almost three years, with numerous interruptions along the way, to finally get it done. Was it good? Surely so! The amount of effort and time invested in it is a testament to its quality. However, three years is an incredibly long time for a book. After just one year, you tend to forget most of the stories. And if, in the end, nothing remains except perhaps your stamp on Goodreads, well, then it just might not be as worth remembering as one might have hoped. It's a bittersweet realization that despite all the hard work, the passage of time can have such a profound impact on our memory and perception of a piece of work.
Everything by Faulkner in his prime is truly amazing. However, "That Evening Sun" (sometimes titled "That Evening Sun, Gone Down") holds a special place among my favorites. It is filled with visceral imagery that seems to emerge from a mysterious realm beyond the conscious mind. This imagery has a profound impact on the reader's mind, working its magic in an almost inexplicable way.
Moreover, it is one of the finest evocations of a child's consciousness that I have ever come across. It is not simply a sentimental portrayal of innocence; rather, it is disorienting, unnerving, and rich in a way that borders on the surreal. The story manages to capture the complex and often confusing world of a child's perception with remarkable accuracy.
Despite its exploration of a child's consciousness, "That Evening Sun" is still very much an adult's story. It is filled with themes of violence, lust, and loss, which add depth and complexity to the narrative. The combination of these elements makes it a truly unforgettable read. I cannot recommend this story highly enough. It is a masterpiece that showcases Faulkner's incredible talent as a writer.