Another one of those classics where I have absolutely no idea what I’m getting myself into. The first impression I got, and it stuck throughout the book: Faulkner writes brilliantly. Excellent prose. Not a classic that I’m crazy about, I have to say, but it’s better than Ragtime for me.
Finished this sometime back and a lot of impressions have disappeared, but I remembered that the book wasn’t bad – an unwed pregnant girl travels alone to find the father of her child, only to find that he’s (surprise) a no-good small time naughty boy, but not before catching the eye of the local good boy. The story then veers its focus towards the said bad boy’s ‘friend’, Joe Christmas, which takes up the majority of the book, up until the point Christmas got lynched (well, didn’t those choice of words controversial).
Unlikely to revisit, but the writing. Whew. I’ve been known to do some crazy things, and one of them might just be picking up Absalom, Absalom!