The Sound and the Fury
Yesterday I finished The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner. And after digesting it for awhile I fail to see why it’s considered to be apart of “ great american literature.”
The narrator in the first section of the book, Benjy has no sense of time. Benjy’s past and present merge together to create a stream of consciousness with hardly any breaks in narrative. This made the story very hard to understand and I found myself getting more and more frustrated with every page turned.
The downfall of the Compson family is a narrow, dark tragedy that never gets any brighter. I was waiting and waiting for the story to come full circle somehow, but this story doesn’t do that.
Even with a confusing story line William Faulkner presents strong literary devices that you have to respect. The way he uses time as a breakable concept with each of his characters adds a depth and richness to each character. The character Quentin actually goes so far as to attempt to break time and ends up committing suicide.
This book was a long, dark rabbit hole for me and when I finished the book I was still in the dark.
The bottom line was, the amount of investment I put into trying to understand the book didn’t pay off for me.