Somebody that is 85 years old and from the south
Not William Faulkner
This book just was not my style. The writing style is too thick and the writer worked so hard to create indepth emotion and feelings that he created nothing instead. Archiac and verbose.
Cook, Steelworker, Sailor in Viet Nam. Retired after 4 decades as an RN. Share a birthday with Mark Twain and his love of "spinnin' a yarn"
Faulkner uses words like tea leaves to brew deep mysterious worlds that we forget existed here not so very long ago. How ardently one longs for the trust and simplicity that resonates in the background of the melody he creates with living breathing humans. Read this with your grandchildren and make sure they know that we rose to greatness before TV and smart phones. Teach them that people believe and decieve each other and that family is what family does... Tender as all Faulkners work the characters here play out our fears and hopes. It is a story that makes you think... do that ... think... this book will help.
I might. The storyline was rich and might even be worth a second read --something I almost never do.
When the main character walked from Alabama to Missippi while in the advanced stage of pregnancy.
We have improved race relations somewhat.
Absolutely. Especially if I was on a road trip in the southern United States to remind me of what it would have been like in an earlier time. This book addresses religion, racism, gender and southern values in ways which are both humble and honest. On top of that it's a beautiful story with the lives of a diverse group of people interwoven in complex ways.
Somehow I got through high school and college without reading any Faulkner (how did that happen?!) and must sheepishly admit I grabbed this one during an Audible classics sale, otherwise I would have passed it by. Thank you Audible for the sale. Faulkner is a master, and now I know why.
This story was written in the early 1930s and gives us a look into life of small southern communities of the era. If you have delicate sensibilities about the use of certain racial slurs or racist thinking in general, then this book is not for you.
Life was slower. Society was rigid. Opportunities for non-whites, the poor and women were limited. LIGHT IN AUGUST handles these big themes. Good and evil. Light and dark. Religion. Sex. Race. Death. But it's also just a dang good story.
If Faulkner had told the story in a linear fashion, starting at Point A and leading us to The End, it would be interesting. Instead, he entrances us by slowly unfurling the characters, their backgrounds, their reasons for action (or non-action) and their interconnectedness.
As a narrator, Will Patton is amazing. He brings forth the southern accents and characters like the true professional he is. Some of the characters made me laugh out loud with their southern grammar and slang -- I'm certain it would have not been nearly as fun trying to read through it myself and figuring out what the heck was being said. Patton brought even more color and life to the story.
Author C.E. Morgan has called Faulkner, "A writer of prodigious powers." She was right.
No. Although it started out well, the last half didn't make a lot of sense.
The plot and characters were confusing.
I like the scene where the young lady met the man at the mill. I also liked the scene where the adopted father of the protagonist accosted him at a dance in town. I also liked the scene where the teenagers picked him up hitchhiking on the side of the road. Many specific scenes were quite vividly portrayed.
No. Not enough plot. Too disjointed.
Riveting. Guttural. Intense.
Christmas seeing the waitress for the first time in the diner. The revelation of Christmas' origin. And, the revelation of the janitor's identity.
Too voluminous to simplify in a review. He owned the story.
If I could have I would have. I listened on sequential days--couldn't wait for the opportunity to "plug in!"
Made me want to download as much of Faulkner's body of work as possible. I only wish Will Patton could be Faulkner's exclusive voice.
Ethereal -- words that drift and sometimes drive straight into that sense beyond hearing and beyond seeing. Only one two other books moved me as much: Hugh Dickson's reading of Bleak House and Anthony Heald's reading of Moby Dick. All these books I read and listened, alternatively, the pleasure deeper for the hearing of it.
I wanted to read a Faulkner book and this was on sale. The story was interesting, but a bit depressing. I finished the book and was happy when it was over. In the end, every action has a reaction, for the good or for the bad. This is what I walked away with. Racism and hatred hurts everyone in the end. Faulkner's writing is like poetry and this kept me going till the end.