Quentin's section is one of the greatest artistic achievements in the history of the English language, comparable to "Ode to a Grecian Urn" and Paradise Lost.
>>9201349
I'm glad you recognize that.
It really feels as though Quentin's actions exude significance and his thoughts were recorded as thoughts genuinely flow. Everything about that chapter feels imbued with some profundity that went right over my head. It oscillated between some of the comfiest narrative ever written and inaccessibly challenging psychological babble, it was almost dizzying. I need to reread that book.
Benjy's chapter was also great.
>>9201380
Thanks for the commiseration.
You're right about the nature of the narrative style mimicking thought. Faulkner seems to have been genuinely trying to capture an internal monologue.
I also think it stands as an achievement of poetics, hence my comparing it to poems. Faulkner is intimately familiar with the way the English language works. He understands how words and syllables fit together in a way that achieves harmony--and, for that matter, he's aware of just what sonic harmony is in composed literature. Consider how the long sentences in Quentin's part, some of them so long that one sentence takes an entire page, are nonetheless perfectly readable and understandable, despite the total lack of commas and semicolons. Faulkner lets the words themselves, and the way he's arranged them, instruct us on where to pause, and into what clauses the sentence is divided. We instinctively know the 'shape' of the clauses in the sentence, because we know, sonically, when certain sounds demarcate the end of a thought, or at least when they traditionally have in the long history of English.
>>9201349
Corn cobby tale, means absolutely nothing to me. Hurr durr Uh cud see dem hittin'.
>>9201466
That's not the part OP is talking about though.
>>9201349
Baby, baby, baby, Oh
>>9201460
Yes. Now that you've pointed it out, that was what seemed so 'odd' about that chapter when I read it
>>9201466
>gave up on the first page
>>9201349
Keats and Milton are objectively overrated trash.
Absalom, Absalom is Faulkner at his best.
Sage!
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