My very own Personal Opinion of As I Lay Dying:
Shall we just say that I was unpleasantly surprised with this novel? When I first ran my background check on the book, I saw that is was a satire. I smiled. I then saw that it was told from multiple perspectives, and did a quick fist pump. I was imagining a Stephen King-type of chronicle with multiple characters telling the tale. I was excited to open the paperback and to read the whole thing, from cover to cover! So I began reading. The first paragraph left me slightly uncomfortable, what was this “Darl” talking about? And who spells their name like that?! By the second page I was most definitely frowning. I did not understand half the words, and when I did, I did not understand the phrasing! I also do not value the serious misuse of grammar in books, even when the book is merely mimicking the local yokels. However I did find myself appreciating the main idea of the book- a dysfunctional family trekking across unfamiliar land to deal with the loss of a family member. Their goal is admirable. They wish to fulfill the last wishes of Addie, unloving mother and wife. And of course, havoc ensues. Another respectable piece of the novel was the totally unpredictable ending. It was however, unsatisfying. I did not expect Darl (my initial favorite character) to crack like an Easter egg and set everything on fire, nor did I expect Anse (my dim-witted second favorite character) to marry the next thing he saw. I did wish for a better, more conclusive and kosher ending. But we cannot have every little thing our heart desires, now can we?
Alas, as I finished reading the last page, I could not wait to close the book for the hopefully last time. I wish I felt differently. I wish I could have enjoyed the great Faulkner like I hear so many smart people do. What a shame. I guess I will just have to return to good ole J.K. Rowling.
Shall we just say that I was unpleasantly surprised with this novel? When I first ran my background check on the book, I saw that is was a satire. I smiled. I then saw that it was told from multiple perspectives, and did a quick fist pump. I was imagining a Stephen King-type of chronicle with multiple characters telling the tale. I was excited to open the paperback and to read the whole thing, from cover to cover! So I began reading. The first paragraph left me slightly uncomfortable, what was this “Darl” talking about? And who spells their name like that?! By the second page I was most definitely frowning. I did not understand half the words, and when I did, I did not understand the phrasing! I also do not value the serious misuse of grammar in books, even when the book is merely mimicking the local yokels. However I did find myself appreciating the main idea of the book- a dysfunctional family trekking across unfamiliar land to deal with the loss of a family member. Their goal is admirable. They wish to fulfill the last wishes of Addie, unloving mother and wife. And of course, havoc ensues. Another respectable piece of the novel was the totally unpredictable ending. It was however, unsatisfying. I did not expect Darl (my initial favorite character) to crack like an Easter egg and set everything on fire, nor did I expect Anse (my dim-witted second favorite character) to marry the next thing he saw. I did wish for a better, more conclusive and kosher ending. But we cannot have every little thing our heart desires, now can we?
Alas, as I finished reading the last page, I could not wait to close the book for the hopefully last time. I wish I felt differently. I wish I could have enjoyed the great Faulkner like I hear so many smart people do. What a shame. I guess I will just have to return to good ole J.K. Rowling.