My final read for my Summer of Faulkner is one a panel of
judges in 2009 called the best Southern novel of all time (one scholar called
it “the only serious rival to Melville’s Moby-Dick as the great American
novel”—and...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
