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Illustration by Nathan Olsen Picture source at nateomedia.com Sometimes I aint so sho who’s got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It’s […]
These sections cover from Addie’s funeral to the disastrous river crossing. The dark, morbid humor really shines in these sections. The actions or descriptions are sickly funny by themselves, such as the mosquito netting to cover the auger holes in Addie’s face or the mules’ stiff legs turning repeatedly over in the river. What makes […]
A reproduction of the first manuscript page of As I Lay Dying I finally have a few moments (and an internet connection) to write something on the first third of As I Lay Dying and I’m at a loss on how to approach it. The first thing most analyses note on the book is the […]
Due to many recent changes (a new job being the big one) as well as kids’ (and my) illnesses has led to zero reading lately. So I’ll leave you with one of the funnier comments I’ve seen lately on William Faulkner’s work. Not to mention timely, since I’ll be visiting Alabama later this week: Lucy: […]
A few links with background information on William Faulkner and As I Lay Dying: William Faulkner William Faulkner on the Web (hosted by the University of Mississippi)—plenty of pages on his life and works as well as information on Oxford and Rowan Oak. Extensive details on his life at the Faulkner Archives (again from Ole […]
Book 8, lines 245-253 in a Greek manuscript of the late fifth or early sixth century AD Picture source Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men— one generation grows, another dies […]
This is a partial review of Alessandro Baricco’s An Iliad (translated by Ann Goldstein)—partial because I could not finish it. The book does raise interesting questions (more about his choices, but some about the original work). I’ll outline Baricco’s introduction and end note (in slightly different order than he presented them) and then go into […]
Andromache mourning Hector Jacques-Louis David “Revere the gods, Achilles! Pity me in my own right, Remember your own father! I deserve more pity… I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before— I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son.” Book XXIV, lines 588 – 591 […]
Automedon with the Horses of Achilles by Henri Regnault And Iris racing the wind went veering off as Achilles, Zeus’ favorite fighter, rose up now and over his powerful shoulder Pallas slung the shield, the tremendous storm-shield with all its tassels flaring— and crowning his head the goddess swept a golden cloud and from it […]