Books

The Sound and the Fury 

Three brothers and their servant experience a day each, which collectively tell a story of decay and misery.

This book ultimately fails because it doesn’t tell an interesting story. It doesn’t generate meaningful experiences for the reader. 

Maybe it did once. Maybe it still means something to some southerners. 

But no matter how much you bend over backwards with crafty modernist literary technique, if you’re going to ask for a reader’s attention, you’re on the hook for telling a story that means something. This is not that. 

I remember an old tweet from Aella where she told about how her and her polyamorous friends would watch movies together and whenever the conflict was driven by monogamy they’d shout at the screen, “monoplot!”

The whole time reading this a voice in my head was shouting “southern honor plot!” The first three parts are just dumb, sad, and miserable reactions, respectively, to a non-event. 

I can imagine that there are some people still living who have the perfect slumdog millionaire mix of values, experiences, and intelligence to crack this as an intellectual nut and still have bandwidth to spare for an emotional reaction to it. They are certainly few.

I believe that this book survives today primarily on momentum of people who report admiring it to the next generation, because they heard someone admirable report liking it. 

At the height of its power, this was a critics’ book. 98% critic score, 51% audience score kind of thing. 

Today, it’s just one of those pieces of cruft that clutters up greatest of all time lists because too many people are afraid to out themselves as philistines by openly declaring “I thought it was confusing, boring, overwrought trash.”

Well, I thought it was confusing, boring, overwrought trash.

Not recommended for anyone.