![]() ![]() ![]() He wastes in a single novel a dozen minor incidents that would make masterful short stories in themselves–and, as a matter of fact, he has used one of his own best short stories, “Wash,” which appeared in Harper's two or three years ago, as a major incident in this book. His fund of invention seems endless–though limited to such abnormal persons as we customarily prefer not to know intimately. Yet such is the magic of William Faulkner's style and method that the reader becomes only a fellow-panter, eagerly turning chaotic pages to learn the next terrifying tragedy that will overwhelm a group of forbidding and inhuman neurotics.įor Faulkner has imagination and power–qualities requisite to good literature. When an author remains breathless for almost 400 pages, he should by rights expect his readers to reach that state of fatigue of which breathlessness is a symptom. “Today's Book.” Macon Telegraph, October 25, 1936, p. ![]()
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