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  • Author:
    William Faulkner
  • ISBN:
    0394309685
  • ISBN13:
    978-0394309682
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    McGraw Hill Text; Fifth or Later Edition edition (February 1968)
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Light in August, Faulkner’s seventh novel, was first published October 6, 1932, by Harrison Smith and Robert Haas.

Light in August, Faulkner’s seventh novel, was first published October 6, 1932, by Harrison Smith and Robert Haas. William Faulkner, Light in August. Series: ) Thank you for reading books on BookFrom.

Vintage books a division of random house/new york. She had lived there eight years. 5. William Faulkner — LIGHT IN AUGUST

Vintage books a division of random house/new york. 1. William Faulkner — LIGHT IN AUGUST. Published in the United States by Random House, In. New York. before she opened the window for the first time. She had not opened it a dozen times hardly before she discovered that she should not have opened it at all.

A division of random house/new york. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American. Publication date was October 6, 1932.

Light in August is a 1932 novel by the Southern American author William Faulkner. It belongs to the Southern gothic and modernist literary genres. Set in the author's present day, the interwar period, the novel centers on two strangers who arrive at different times in Jefferson, Yoknapatawpha County, Mississippi, a fictional county based on Faulkner's home, Lafayette County, Mississippi

Light in August book. I could call it chutzpah.

Light in August book.

by William Faulkner One of the few of William Faulkner’s works to be set outside his fictional Yoknapatawpha County, Pylon, first published in 1935, takes place at an air show in a thinly disguised New Orleans named New Valois. An unnamed reporter for a local newspaper t. Writing Los Angeles: A Literary Anthology (Library of America).

It is the worldview that typifies William Faulkner at his finest and even though there are parts of the book that a bit overwritten and confusing, I still give it my highest recommendation and advise readers to not miss the experience of reading this fine author. 20 people found this helpful.

If it is good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out the window.

As I Lay Dying (1930). The last novel of Faulkner’s to be published before his death, The Reivers is a much more light-hearted affair than his earlier works

As I Lay Dying (1930). The fifty-nine chapters that comprise this self-proclaimed tour de force were written, according to the author himself, in four-hour bursts over the course of just six weeks. The last novel of Faulkner’s to be published before his death, The Reivers is a much more light-hearted affair than his earlier works. This comic coming-of-age story features an eleven-year-old protagonist reminiscent of Mark Twain‘s Huckleberry Finn, and two older companions, who together steal a car in Mississippi and embark on a picaresque road trip filled with misadventures which take them north, to Memphis.

Joe Christmas does not know whether he is black or white. Faulkner makes of Joe's tragedy a powerful indictment of racism; at the same time Joe's life is a study of the divided self and becomes a symbol of 20th century man.

Whitestone
So after making it through this book, I am now ready to tackle Ulysses. It took the first chapter and a half for everything to fall into place for me. The most difficult part of reading this book, was the back and forth in time, place and voice, throughout the narrative. Although I have read other books using a "stream of consciousness" kind of writing, I was was just not getting what was happening for the first part of the book. The author does provide clues and once I slowed down and let things sit, I finally got it, italics and all.
The language is challenging, as Faulkner wrote in dialect and I found myself hearing the dialogue in my head. Once I let go of plot and setting, and allowed myself to be immersed in the characters, I started to enjoy reading this book. This is certainly not a beach novel or a page turner, but rather a dismal sort of dirge for a grand old Southern family in decline, as illustrated by four days, in the lives of two generations. I would recommend this book for anyone that is looking for an experience that is worth the effort it takes to read a piece of American literature, that does not quite fit into any genre.
Gosar
If you were raised in the South, you may get chills reveling in Faulkner's evocative words "the twilight-colored smell of honeysuckle." You know exactly what this means, how wonderful it is to the senses and the almost-haunting, hazy memories it stirs in you of people long in your past or passed on. This novel was the most difficult I've read, but the most rewarding once I did the work required to know how to read it, and understood its structure and meanings.

I never thought I could read it; I tried 30 years ago, 19 years ago, 10 years after that, before I finally finished it a couple of years ago. When I picked it up, I concluded quickly that Faulkner must be a sadist to write anything like the first 10 pages. I read it twice and I was no better off the second time as I was the first go-round. I had absolutely no clue what the heck was going on, the sentences were disjunctive, the thoughts scrambled, the characters were dropping in then disappearing, it seemed to change time frames without any recognizable order so I had no sense of time and, ultimately, I had forgotten why it was, exactly, that I had bought the damned thing in the first place!

Oh yeah, I told myself. You want to read Mr. Mint Juleps from that Rowan Oak plantation home up in Oxford. You believe that by doing that you are proving maybe once and for all time that you too can escape the past of this State in which you were raised and of these ghosts that you find despicable, this hate you had no part of, these white sheets, fulgent from the flames above them but burned by the evil beneath, these ignorant men who were passed down hatred as heirlooms to hand down to their sons and their daughters. You think if you can make it through this man's novels it will show that you are more intelligent than what people from afar believe you to be, that you are not like the rednecks you see every day but burst from within to bound over, that you are not like your mother's father who you worshiped, a business man and deacon in the town's largest Southern Baptist church, who you remember using the N word once as you sat beside him at 7 as he was driving from downtown Natchez (the home of my forefathers), a town on the mighty Mississippi River filled with beautiful antebellum plantation homes and scattered with remnants of slavery and a segregated past before you were born, the town in which your mother is now buried 10 feet from her father. And your mother, God bless her, along with your father, raised you not to hate, nor to judge, and for that you believe you have been blessed.

After she was buried, you finally got the gumption to make it all the way through this knotty novel by that iconic author from the northern corner of your home state of Mississippi. It took a paperback, an electronic companion guide and an audible version to make it through and understand that you needed to read this book, that it was crucial as one more molting of the skin of your past, one more step away from the sins of the fathers, one further step away from that past for my children and hopefully their children.

I did it.
Urreur
This was not by any stretch of imagination an easy book to read. The stream of consciousness style, the way that Faulkner gives voice to each character in their own unique narrative, the themes of bitterness, racism, depression, family, morality and overall decline and the often heart-breaking perspectives from each member of the Compson family makes for a book that is gut-wrenching and sometimes awful. But... very few writers have the ability to bring life into their words the way that Faulkner does. This is not a third person account of a family gone to ruin - it is a riveting, raw recounting told from all angles. It may leave you feeling tight in the chest, but it will stay on your mind for a very long time after you finish the last page.
Phallozs Dwarfs
Read as a student assignment the book would be, and often is, a torment for most students. It is quite simply a difficult read: chronology modulates with only the vaguest hint, the read is not a “story”, at least not in the conventional sense. The reader ‘absorbs’ the story-line through inference and innuendo and occasionally extrapolation. The characters are veiled, shadowy and obscure. "Caddy smells like trees": the 'thoughts' of the mentally diminished Benjy - ring throughout the read, subtly 'whispering' part of the plot.

There are two turning points: 1st the one that the reader passes when she or he decides to continue the read despite the instinct to quit, and the 2nd (for me about halfway through the book) when there is the realization of the utter brilliance of the author for his bold method and subtle presentation and his intricate linking of the characters.

It is about good and selfish, and honest and deceitful, and tradition and loyalty in Faulkner’s South back in the 1920’s. And if that is a very odd description of a “plot” - and it is - it is because traditional plot and story-line are very unorthodox in this brilliant novel. And don't expect Faulkner to 'hand it to' you in the closing pages - pay attention on every page... and expect to have to reread.