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Faulkner's unforgettablenovel of the "rotting family in the rotting house, " It's a somber tale of the tragically dysfunctional Compson family, told with insight and remarkable talent, though its definitely not readily accessible, Mostly set in the year, and in the US south in the days of segregation and prejudice the Nword makes a frequent appearance, The Sound and the Fury has four sections plus an appendix.
Three of the sections are narrated by the three Compson brothers, Benjy, Quentin and Jason,

I think the usual nospoilers rules doesn't work well with this book: it's so difficult to put the pieces together than I think most readers like me need all the help they can get.
So I'm going to lay the plot all out here, If you're a hardcore nonspoiler person but still want to read this review, skip the next several paragraphs, until you get down to the Macbeth quote.


Section: Benjy, theyear old brother who was born severely mentally handicapped, narrates the first section, though in actuality he can't speak.
He moans and wails and roars, Benjy has no sense of time all is present to Benjy, So his section very frequently skips from the present to flashbacks of different times in his life, giving us glimpses of the people in the Compson home, and their troubles.
Often the shift in time is marked by italics, but it's still pretty confusing, I recommend using a detailed resource that helps you track what year it is in the narrative, like sitelinkthis Cliffnotes page, Benjy is castrated by his coldhearted brother Jason when he's a teenager and got loose one day and chased some schoolgirls, though he was probably just trying to tell them how much he missed his beloved sister Caddy Candace.
All of the brothers lose their balls in one way or another in this story, Benjy literally and the others metaphorically, To make matters more confusing, Benjy is named Maury, after his shiftless, flashy uncle, until he'syears old, There are also two Quentins: Benjy's older brother who commits suicide inand Caddy's illegitimate daughter, born a few months later, who lives with the family.
Benjys ramblings set the stage for the rest of the novel,

Section, narrated by Quentin the brother shifts back to June, the last day of his life, Quentin has just completed his first year at Harvard University, but is so distraught by his sister Caddy's promiscuity and marriage that he is planning to commit suicide at the end of the day.
Everything that happens in this section is colored by that intention, Quentin also has a number of mental flashbacks in his section, which are easier to follow than Benjy's, but Quentin's depressed, neurotic mind made his narrative difficult to follow and unpleasant for me to read, until the last ten pages or so, which were weirdly fascinating, as you become more and more aware of how unhealthy Quentins obsession with his sister and purity and honor is.


Section: We leap forward to April, a day in the life of Jason, the most venal and unpleasant of the brothers, Jason is now effectively the head of the family, He mistreats hisyear old niece Quentin, who is rebellious and shamelessly promiscuous, Jason has been stealing the money that Quentins mother Caddy sends to Jason for Quentin, gambling it away on cotton futures, Jason is all about control, and he justifies his thefts because back inCaddy's husband was going to give him a job in banking, which fell through when the husband divorced Caddy because she was pregnant with another man's child.
But Quentin ultimately proves not as easy to manipulate as Caddy, It's ugly being inside of Jason's mind,

Section: So it's a relief to come to the last section, told by an omniscient narrator, mostly from the point of view of an old family servant, Dilsey.
Dilsey tries to keep the family together and protect the others from Jason's rages and abuse, with mixed success, The conflict between Miss Quentin and Jason comes to a head, as Quentin finally gets some of hers back and Jason ineffectually chases her.
At the beginning of this section, it reads:

The day dawned bleak and chill, A moving wall of grey light out of the northeast which, instead of dissolving into moisture, seemed to disintegrate into minute and venomous particles.
. .

It's an apt metaphor for the Compson family's disintegration,

The title of this book comes from a sitelinkMacbeth quote:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Benjy's literally meaningless sound and fury is the most obvious reference here, but in a broader sense it's about the Compson family generally.
. . though their distressing tale actually has deep significance to us as readers, Faulkner made me work so hard to put the puzzle pieces together, with streamofconsciousness and nonlinear storytelling, that when I was able to understand

the elusive parts of the story, it felt like a major achievement for me as well as him.


The most helpful online source I found while reading this book is this detailed essay: sitelink amerlit. com/novels/ANALYSI . It follows the plot of the book and helps clarify what's happening, and comments on some of the symbolism, I found it incredibly helpful,

This was a reread/buddy read with Jen, Our discussion is in the thread to this review, There are some interesting comments, but beware of spoilers that may or may not be tagged,

Initial comments: I haven't read this since I was a college English major, I vaguely remember writing a senior essay on it and getting an A on my grade, so I'm sure that partly explains the affection I still have for this novel, even though I remember absolutely nothing about the plot except that there are four I think, maybe different narrators and one is mentally challenged.


But! I've been on a Faulkner roll lately, starting with a couple of his short stories sitelinkA Rose for Emily and sitelinkBarn Burning and I checked this book out from the library yesterday.
The first time I attempted this book, I made my way through a mere three pages before deciding it would be a waste, To date, it is the only book that I had the good sense to leave until later, as my usual response is to barrel through the pages come hell or high water.
Perhaps it was a good thing that I had just finished slogging my way through a monstrous tome that left my brain incapable of facing down the beginning of Benjy's prose.
I don't remember the title of whatever book left me in that state, but I do remember staring at the beginning pages of this one, my mind wandering in frozen disbelief over the contorted fragments that supposedly made up a story.
So I left it until later, four years later if I remember correctly, and I'm glad that I did,

The writing in this book is notoriously difficult, Insert reference to quote from Macbeth, something something signifying nothing and all that jazz, You've heard it before, and I won't waste anyone's time reiterating it, However, now that I've finally reached the end, I can't say that I would change any part of it, Had the entire book been written in the style of the last section, largely cohesive with rare flares of descriptive prose and sudden jumps in point of view and timeline, it would not have been nearly as powerful.
The story IS sound, the story IS fury, and you can't convey that without dipping the prose in that septic pool of chaotic madness.
If I hadn't battled my way through Benjy, if I hadn't pulled myself inch by inch through Quentin, I wouldn't have understood the horror of Jason, or the final tragedy of the conclusion.
To be frank, I wouldn't have cared,

But I did care, I did care because the haphazard mess of the beginning readied my mind for a reading that, instead of demanding a tenacious follower, asked for a bucket to fill with errant drops.
A drop of plotline here, a drop of context there, many drops that filled in the blanks of the neurotic frenzy that is the Compson family.
Nature versus nurture. Nature planted a singular seed of madness in the blood, and nurture drove each along different paths, You'll be gathering bits and pieces of this tangential story, wondering what it's all for, and then a single phrase will narrow the story to a focal point of singular rage and despair.
When that happens, you'll understand what all that seemingly headless running about was for, All the disconnected hints and teases will culminate in an awful truth, and it isn't a feeling that any sort of linear timeline can convey.


For, if you read an edition that contains the foreword appendix written by the author, you'll be given that linear timeline right at the beginning.
You'll know the hard, cold facts of this family long before the story begins, You'll know their furthest ancestor, and you'll know their ignominious end, and you'll even get the major, notable events in between, You won't care about Benjy's plight, or Quentin's, or Jason's, or the whole family's, this Southern strain of blood that ends in a lost oblivion of death, bitterness, and idiocy.
All you'll have is context, that collection of straightforward nononsense tidbits that make perfect sense and ultimately mean nothing, You can't expect them to, long before you have delved into the lives of these characters, the agonizing push and pull each one of them suffers in their respective place.
You can't expect them to if you still wish to put this story in its place with each character neatly categorized and every loose end resolved in a satisfying conclusion.


This story is one concerned with the long slow death of lineage, the inexorable tugging and tearing of ideologies and timelines on a collection of souls that have been slung together in a collusion of familial blood and social connections.
No one escapes the hell on earth that was apportioned to them, embodied in poisonous words that are fueled by a poisonous life conditioned by a poisonous world.
Not even the idiot, who does not know the context and yet feels the agony, much as we the reader feel our way through the chaotic text of this story with an underlying sense of grief and despair, one that cannot be contained in a single quote, paragraph, page, or section.
Not until it's much too late, and somewhere along the twisted path we lost our hearts to this tragic mess of a family that we knew was doomed from the start.


Somewhere amongst the sound and the fury that pain touched us, and the most we can do is join Benjy in the bellowing in response to that fearful anger.
We know it signifies nothing, We know it does, much as anything with a beginning and an end will eventually be lost in the mists of time, and the world will roll on in ignorant bliss of its history.
We know that. But it sure as hell doesn't feel that way, I'm done. My third and final attempt has failed miserably,

No, not miserably, Gladly actually.

So it's official, I'm now as thick as two short planks, an intellectual misfit, I Wouldn't know literary greatness if it shot me in the buttocks from close range.
Well, that's likely what Faulkner would be thinking anyway, Fine. But then I'd most certainly whip his ass at a game of chess, and drink him under the table as long as it's my special cocktails as a way to get even.


The only reason I returned to this novel, was I thought that 'Light in August' was really good and was hoping for more.


Nope.

I didn't get it, and couldn't be bothered to even try, I got so frustrated I started Chain smoking, This coming from someone who is dearly trying so hard to quit! Thanks Bill,

The only thing Faulkner did do for me was make me realise just how much I adore the likes of Hemingway and Fitzgerald, now even more.
They were true geniuses.

What's the likelihood of me reading Faulkner again Only time will tell I guess, But at the moment, there is more chance of Theresa May and JeanClaude Juncker having an affair, Very difficult book to read, But its a blockbuster and certainly worth the effort, Faulkner goes his own way: you either love him or you dont, لتقرأ هذه الرواية يحب ان تقرأ مقدمة المترجم الذي يشرح به اسلوب فوكنر في هذه الرواية.

الشرف والاباء هذا ما ركز عليه فوكنر في روايته عن عائلة في جنوب أمريكا حيث تاريخ هذه العائلة زراعة القطن واستخدام العبيد.

تأثير الأحداث على أهل الجنوب بعد تحرير العبيد وغزو الشمال بأكثر من طريقة.

الانحلال عند هذه العائلة والشرف والاباء الذي يتغنوا به رغم تغير طريقة الحياة وظروفها.

بلدة صغيرة حيث لا اسرار لأي أسرة. حتى ان العائلة تشعر بالعار من وجود ابن من ذوي الاحتياجات الخاصة. وتعلق الأخ بأخته والذي لم يصدق انها تحب رجلا وأنها فقدت بكارتها وأنجبت بطريق غير شرعية وحتى لم تخبرهم من هو الأب.

تغير الأحوال وبيع الاراضي للتمكن من مجارات متطلبات الحياة والحقد بين الأبناء واستغلال للظروف.

جيدة.