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By William Faulkner

“I’m a failed poet. probably each novelist desires to write poetry first, unearths he can’t after which attempts the fast tale that is the main hard shape after poetry. And failing that, in basic terms then does he absorb novel writing.” —William Faulkner
 
Winner of the nationwide ebook Award

Forty-two tales make up this magisterial assortment via the author who stands on the top of recent American fiction. Compressing an epic expanse of imaginative and prescient into challenging and wounding narratives, Faulkner’s tales evoke the intimate textures of position, the deep strata of background and legend, and all of the worry, brutality, and tenderness of the human situation. those stories are set not just in Yoknapatawpha County, yet in Beverly Hills and in France in the course of global conflict I. they're populated by way of such characters because the Faulknerian archetypes Flem Snopes and Quentin Compson, in addition to through usual women and men who emerge so sharply and indelibly in those pages that they dwarf the protagonists of so much novels.

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