At a time in which I only had a few books left on my bedside table, I picked this one up. After all, Faulkner did win a Nobel prize and I couldn't just dismiss it on the basis of having struggled with The Sound and the Fury.
Well, I struggled just as much with Absalom, Absalom!. Though I remember its plot vaguely more (most likely just because I've read it more recently) I found again the charm of the American South to be lost on me and, even more, the prose to be often completely inaccessible.
In the end, I've decided that Faulkner is an author that makes me feel silly as, no matter how fluent and articulate I think I am, his brand of English remains largely impenetrable for me.
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