I would call this book one of my white whales, and it is, but that’s a strange category given how many times I’ve read Moby-Dick. Instead, this book is my Absalom Absalom!. I was supposed to read this for a Faulkner class in college and I still have the same copy, where I stopped on page 30 and made a mark. I also still have the various underlinings I made all those years ago to fake my reading journals due with the book. I remember being called […]
That is the substance of remembering—sense, sight, smell
Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner
