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United States – William Faulkner – Light in August – May 2016 (Score 3.5)
According
to “The Oxford Companion to Literature in English” the term “Light in August”
is a country expression for pregnancy.
Lena, a
young pregnant woman, was walking from Doane’s Mill in Alabama looking for
Lucas Burch, the father of her unborn child. She had reached Mississippi by the
time the story opened, walking and hitching lifts on wagons.
Armstid
and Winterbottom saw her as she passed and, later, Armstid and his wagon caught
up with her and gave her a lift. He took her to Jefferson where she had been
told she would find Lucas, working in a mill. She then, strangely, plays little
part in the story until near the end.
The
story moves backward and forward in time, dramatically, and rather confusingly.
Chapter 6 tells the story of Joe Christmas when he was a boy of five in a
children’s home. The style of writing in this section is quite different from
the earlier pages – “In the rife pinkwoman’s meddling obscurity he squatted
pinkfoamed”, and “thwartface curled” cigarettes.
On page
219, at the end of the top paragraph the last two lines reminded me of an
experience I had in 1975. The company I worked for was hosting a four yearly
international conference. I had become friendly with a delegate from Ghana, and
we spent a good bit of time together on the bus trips.
One day
at a meeting associated with the conference I went to speak to some South
African delegates. One of them looked at me as if I had crawled from under a
stone, said something similar to, but even more vicious than the text in the
book, and all four turned their backs on me. That was when I experienced real
racism for the only time in my life.
Going
back to Mississippi, there was a hunt for a suspected murderer, using
bloodhounds, unsuccessfully. It was a comedy, not at all like the similar
events which we have seen in prison break and similar films set in the southern
states of the USA.
The
fugitive played a major role in the book, being caught after only a week, forty
miles from Jefferson. The confusing thing is that the description of his flight
reads as if his flight had been many years long.
All in
all, I found this a difficult read almost, in places, a stream of consciousness
like Ulysses. I know that the author won the Nobel Prize for Literature, but I
can’t honestly say that I enjoyed the read. I can only score it at four out of
ten.