​At William Faulkner’s House

"’That’s the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long,’ William Faulkner wrote of his native Mississippi in his novel As I Lay Dying. ‘Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.’ There came a day when, as a reader of Faulkner, I wanted to see what he was talking about. If the tendency of things in Mississippi was to hang on too long, as Faulkner claimed, maybe the populace and the landscape would be more or less the same as they’d been when he wrote those lines in 1930. The drive from Brooklyn to his house, Rowan Oak, in Oxford, Mississippi, was seventeen hours. ...”

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