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As I Lay Dying

William Faulkner

Paperback | Pages: 288 pages

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Original Title:	As I Lay Dying
ISBN:	067973225X (ISBN13: 9780679732259)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Cash Bundren, Anse Bundren, Addie Bundren, Darl Bundren, Jewel Bundren, Dewey Dell, Vardaman Bundren, Vernon Tull, Cora Tull, Peabody
Setting:	Mississippi(United States) United States of America Yoknapatawpha County, Mississippi(United States)

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As I Lay Dying is Faulkner’s harrowing account of the Bundren family’s odyssey across the Mississippi countryside to bury Addie, their wife and mother. Narrated in turn by each of the family members -- including Addie herself -- as well as others; the novel ranges in mood, from dark comedy to the deepest pathos. Considered one of the most influential novels in American fiction in structure, style, and drama, As I Lay Dying is a true 20th-century classic.

This edition reproduces the corrected text of As I Lay Dying as established in 1985 by Noel Polk.

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Title	:	As I Lay Dying
Author	:	William Faulkner
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 288 pages
Published	:	January 30th 1991 by Vintage (first published 1930)
Categories	:	Fiction. Short Stories. Science Fiction. Classics

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"And since sleep is is-not and rain and wind are was, it is not. Yet the wagon is, because when the wagon is was, Addie Bundren will not be. And Jewel is, so Addie Bundren must be. And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I am is."............ There are people who actually like this?Seriously though, I'm pretty sure I get it, I just don't like it. There is a family and each one is a reflection of a way of living, or in some

Where to start with a masterpiece that is both short like the distance between two thoughts and deep as the thoughts themselves? This is one of Faulkner's true masterpieces: a grotesque road trip with a rotting corpse told in the voices of the extremely dysfunctional and occasionally insane family members. It is Ulysses in the Southern United States, or a Georgian Grapes of Wrath (Faulkner having been inspired by the former and certainly influenced the latter). The writing is some of the most

Right, now I see why so many of my American Goodreads friends love Faulkner. The characters and setting are weirdly close to what I expected - people who could have been caricature rednecks, in, to quote a recent left article about Ulysses, 'a democratic and humanistic novel where the everyday is elevated to the level of epic. It valorises the ordinary, giving minor characters an interior monologue' - including characters who are unlikeable and who make decisions that do them no favours. But the

"My mother is a fish."Faulkner's short novel about a rural family following the death of their matriarch. Funny, disturbing, maddening, thought provoking, and mysterious. I have never been a big fan of stream of consciousness ( thus I have never finished The Sound and the Fury) and Faulkner does well to limit that technique here. He does employ multiple narrators, varying perspectives, themes and an eclectic narration. I cannot help thinking this is a thin, minimalistic American version of War

Many of us slogged through this unofficial My First Faulkner in high school, and probably all any of us remember from it is Vardaman's line, "My mother is a fish," which our teachers used to teach us about Foreshadowing. For many of us this would be My Last Faulkner too because we learned mostly that Faulkner is a fucking pain in the ass. At least it's less confusing than The Sound & The Fury, although that's sortof like saying a given animal is less dangerous than a bear strapped to a

That feeling when you close a book, and it is like you can't breathe, because all the breath of life seems to be stuck in that story, and you just finished it, and there is a vacuum inside. That feeling when you try to describe a book, and all the adjectives you come up with are negative, and yet the story has such power, and you loved it, like life.That feeling when you are not sure what to read next, because whatever you pick will carry some of the flavour of the sorrow and the hopelessness