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William Faulkner

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Transcript of William Faulkner

Joseph A Carrier
He used the manner of “distortion of time through the use of inner monologue." Seen in
As I Lay Dying
His sentence structure consist of long, often hypnotic sentences consisting of carefully chosen words.
He is often noted for withholding important detailing or referring to people or events which the reader does not learn of until much later into the story.
At times he played with using page long sentences or gave the reader details only meaningful at the end of the story.
He also experienced with the stream of consciousness, multiple point of views and time-shifts within the narration.
His stories varied from the traditional storytelling style to use of snapshot or collages to tell the stories.
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American Society of Authors and Writer. 2006
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Later years, Discography, Listen to”
State University. 2010
<a href="http://encyclopedia.stateuniversity.com/pages/23560/William-Cuthbert-Faulkner.html">.
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Amsterdam, 1969
Padgett, John B. “William Faulkner Anecdotes and Trivia”
John B. Padgett. 1995-2000
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Union Country Heritage Museum. 2010
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Stories that corresponded with his own life, like his problem with drinking, and his fantasies, including a strange obsession with rape, incest, suicide and greed.
Faulkner Wrote About…
Worked as a scoutmaster for the Oxford Boy Scout troop as well as a bank clerk.
Worked as a postmaster at the University of Mississippi but was fired for reading on the job.
Faulkner only worked these jobs to make money so he could devote his time to his true passion of writing.
He became a prolific writer, producing many successful novels, stories, and screenplays during his long career.
Married his childhood sweetheart, Estelle Oldham who developed a drug addiction which affected their marriage. They had three children together.
His hard drinking during his life also affected his body and mental performance.
Personal and Professional Experiences
For a span of twenty years he worked in Hollywood writing several screen plays like
Today We Live
(1933) and
Land of the Pharaohs
(1955) and producing many novels and short stories
He later worked in Hollywood with Howard Hawks, a movie director who became a friend.
Hawks once said after Hemingway turned down the offer to work with him," I'll get Faulkner to do it; he can write better than you can anyway."
He was quarterback on his high school football team; however, he never graduated.
Although he never obtained his degree in college he studied for a period of time at University of Mississippi.
He had always dreamed of becoming a pilot in the army however was declined because of his height. (165 cm)
He later became a member of the Royal Canadian Air Force.
He remained in this Canadian Air Force through World War I but never saw flying time in combat. His lack of war experience was a major difference between him and many other writers from this period.
As a Young Man
Born in New Albany, Mississippi in 1897. He later moved to Oxford, Mississippi.
His parents were Murray Charles Faulkner and Maud (Butler) Faulkner.
He grew up as the eldest son of four brothers.
He grew up in one of the poorest states, which at the time had 25% of families below the poverty line.
He aspired to be like his great-grandfather who was also a writer.
September 25, 1897 – July 6, 1962
Based on research by Caitlin Sherr
William Faulkner
Faulkner died July 6th, 1962 after suffering from a coronary occlusion.
Up to his death he worked as a Writer-In-Residence at the University of Virginia in 1957.
The United States Postal Service issued a first-class 22-cent stamp commemorating his life and stint as a postmaster.
The End of His Life
William Faulkner won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1949.
William Faulkner won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1949.
He donated his award to establish a fund to support and encourage new fiction writers eventually being called the PEN/Faulkner Award of Fiction.
Faulkner came in second in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine Award contest.
Two Pulitzer Prizes for A Fable and The Reivers.
O. Henry Short Story Prize.
After he died he was awarded a National Book Award for his Collected Stories.
Faulkner was passionate about his writing, once stating “Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written, if a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate” (Liukkonen, Petri).
Yoknapatawpha County was modeled after Lafayette County. This Chickasaw Indian term meant “water passes slowly through flatlands” (Liukkonen, Petri).
This place was used to show the decay of the old south through the Sartoris and Compson families.
He often offers his own moral evaluation of the relationship and the problems between African-American and white people.
Racial prejudice, class division, and family curses were recurring themes.
Themes used by Faulkner
"Rowan Oak", the house he shared with his wife, Estelle Oldham Franklin. It shows many similarities to the house in “A Rose for Emily”.
The places Faulkner lived influenced his stories. Although he spent the majority of his life in Mississippi.
He often wrote about Southern social dynamics, specifically the inequality felt by African Americans.
Architecture also played a role in his writing as he was obsessive with “restoring his own house, naming his books after buildings and depicting them carefully."
Influences on his Writing
Joseph C. Murphy, an expert on Faulkner, has said that he represents many of the characteristics of a modernist writer. He does so by:
"experimenting with narrative structures, temporal frameworks, narrative voices, and symbols;
exploring inner consciousness as a major theme;
adapting the abstract methods of modern painting to literature;
embracing communities steeped in tradition and history (both Western and “primitive” traditions) as a relief from the upheavals and alienation of modernity."
Causality is an important idea in Modernist literature, and perhaps more than any other writer Faulkner sought to explore this idea in his writing.
Small Group Discussion:

In the story you have just finished reading (“A Rose for Emily”) the action is told from the perspective of the people of the town. What they think about who Miss Emily is, who she should be, and what she represents to them, ends up driving her insane.

Do you think that the way we speak in private with other individuals is different from the way we speak in public forums (chat rooms, internet comments, etc.)?
Have you ever felt that the expectations of other people have limited your freedom and your ability to find your own happiness as an individual?
Created an imaginary place called Yoknapatawpha County, a fictional region of Mississippi, along with its inhabitants over thirty years of writing.
His characters usually followed the “historical growth and subsequent decadence of the South."
Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realised at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realises that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realises that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragon's outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunt's indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out of anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditor's hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter of his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demon's command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before '61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-be's wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm' each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old man's state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, 'Kill them! Shoot them down like the dogs they are!' and Jones: 'Sho, Kernel; sho now' and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, 'flyer I am, Kernel. Hit's all right. They aint whupped us yit, air they?' this Jones who after the demon rode away with the regiment when the granddaughter was only eight years old would tell people that he 'was lookin after Major's place and niggers' even before they had time to ask him why he was not with the troops and perhaps in time came to believe the lie himself, who was among the first to greet the demon when he returned, to meet him at the gate and say, 'Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they aint whupped us yit, air they?' who even worked, labored, sweat at the demon's behest during that first furious period while the demon believed he could restore by sheer indomitable willing the Sutpen's Hundred which he remembered and had lost, labored with no hope of pay or reward who must have seen long before the demon did (or would admit it) that the task was hopeless-blind Jones who apparently saw still in that furious lecherous wreck the old fine figure of the man who once galloped on the black thoroughbred about that domain two boundaries of which the eye could not see from any point.
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