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wildbear 's review for:
As I Lay Dying
by William Faulkner
At first glance, my admiration succeeded my love for it, but there is no doubt that Faulkner's latticework is surfeited with generous, expansive humanity, and rich, vivid perspective. (Maybe a low bar, but the fact that Faulkner doesn’t skip a beat when writing from a female perspective shows great maturity and understanding too.) Arguably too easy to hate Anse and there is one big event that feels contrived, but man, even though I'm not immediately moved by it, there is a sense of recognizing something immensely moving nonetheless. (Certainly not without its gallows humor either.) Addie might be the ultimate centripetal force of the novel, but it is the vivid sound of Cash's rhythmic sawing in the distance in the early chapters, an almost pigheadedly stoic and pragmatic reaction, that will stay with me. Can't wait to read this again.