Light in August will live forever in my mind as the only novel we were assigned in the spring of 1994 in AP English that I actually finished and enjoyed. The rest were, well, I’m just hoping when we get to Lord Jim that I don’t give up on the whole blogging thing rather than finish it. Unfortunately, that’s basically all I remember about Light in August—I finished it. And it takes place in the South. And there are race-relation issues.
In college I took a Faulkner class, primarily so I would finally be forced to read The Sound and the Fury, and secondarily so I would have help deciphering it. I was terrified at the thought of reading Faulkner on my own, but especially The Sound and the Fury.
I am certain I’m not alone in my fear of Faulkner. But why is he so frightening, really? I can’t remember. Is it the language? The symbolism? The stream-of-consciousness narration? The multiple points of view? For heaven’s sake! None of those things are deal breakers. Ultimately, Faulkner tells amazing stories. His novels aren’t easy reads, but shouldn’t figuring it all out be part of the fun? At least that’s the attitude I’m taking as I embark on my first reading of Faulkner without an expert to help me through. But then, my co-blogger is not unfamiliar with the interpretation of great works of literature, so probably I’ll be able to muddle through.