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Chapter One

Chapter One

April Seventh, 1928.

Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. They were coming toward where the flag was and I went along the fence. Luster was hunting in the grass by the flower tree. They took the flag out, and they were hitting. Then they put the flag back and they went to the table, and he hit and the other hit. Then they went on, and I went along the fence. Luster came away from the flower tree and we went along the fence and they stopped and we stopped and I looked through the fence while Luster was hunting in the grass.

"Here, caddie." He hit. They went away across the pasture. I held to the fence and watched them going away.

"Listen at you, now." Luster said. "Aint you something, thirty three years old, going on that way. After I done went all the way to town to buy you that cake. Hush up that moaning. Aint you going to help me find that quarter so I can go to the show tonight."

They were hitting little, across the pasture. I went back along the fence to where the flag was. It flapped on the bright grass and the trees.

"Come on." Luster said. "We done looked there. They aint no more coming right now. Les go down to the branch and find that quarter before them niggers finds it."

It was red, flapping on the pasture. Then there was a bird slanting and tilting on it. Luster threw. The flag flapped on the bright grass and the trees. I held to the fence.

"Shut up that moaning." Luster said. "I cant make them come if they aint coming, can I. If you dont hush up, mammy aint going to have no birthday for you. If you dont hush, you know what I going to do. I going to eat that cake all up. Eat them candles, too. Eat all them thirty three candles. Come on, les go down to the branch. I got to find my quarter. Maybe we can find one of they balls. Here. Here they is. Way over yonder. See." He came to the fence and pointed his arm. "See them. They aint coming back here no more. Come on."

We went along the fence and came to the garden fence, where our shadows were. My shadow was higher than Luster's on the fence. We came to the broken place and went through it.

"Wait a minute." Luster said. "You snagged on that nail again. Cant you never crawl through here without snagging on that nail."

Caddy uncaught me and we crawled through. Uncle Maury said to not let anybody see us, so we better stoop over, Caddy said. Stoop over, Benjy. Like this, see. We stooped over and crossed the garden, where the flowers rasped and rattled against us. The ground was hard. We climbed the fence, where the pigs were grunting and snuffing. I expect they're sorry because one of them got killed today, Caddy said. The ground was hard, churned and knotted.

Keep your hands in your pockets, Caddy said. Or they'll get froze. You dont want your hands froze on Christmas, do you.

"It's too cold out there." Versh said. "You dont want to go out doors."

"What is it now." Mother said.

"He want to go out doors." Versh said.

"Let him go." Uncle Maury said.

"It's too cold." Mother said. "He'd better stay in. Benjamin. Stop that, now."

"It wont hurt him." Uncle Maury said.

"You, Benjamin." Mother said. "If you dont be good, you'll have to go to the kitchen."

"Mammy say keep him out the kitchen today." Versh said. "She say she got all that cooking to get done."

"Let him go, Caroline." Uncle Maury said. "You'll worry yourself sick over him."

"I know it." Mother said. "It's a judgment on me. I sometimes wonder."

"I know, I know." Uncle Maury said. "You must keep your strength up. I'll make you a toddy."

"It just upsets me that much more." Mother said. "Dont you know it does."

"You'll feel better." Uncle Maury said. "Wrap him up good, boy, and take him out for a while."

Uncle Maury went away. Versh went away.

"Please hush." Mother said. "We're trying to get you out as fast as we can. I dont want you to get sick."

Versh put my overshoes and overcoat on and we took my cap and went out. Uncle Maury was putting the bottle away in the sideboard in the diningroom.

"Keep him out about half an hour, boy." Uncle Maury said. "Keep him in the yard, now."

"Yes, sir." Versh said. "We dont never let him get off the place."

We went out doors. The sun was cold and bright.

"Where you heading for." Versh said. "You dont think you going to town, does you." We went through the rattling leaves. The gate was cold. "You better keep them hands in your pockets." Versh said. "You get them froze onto that gate, then what you do. Whyn't you wait for them in the house." He put my hands into my pockets. I could hear him rattling in the leaves. I could smell the cold. The gate was cold.

"Here some hickeynuts. Whooey. Git up that tree. Look here at this squirl, Benjy."

I couldn't feel the gate at all, but I could smell the bright cold.

"You better put them hands back in your pockets."

Caddy was walking. Then she was running, her book-satchel swinging and jouncing behind her.

"Hello, Benjy." Caddy said. She opened the gate and came in and stooped down. Caddy smelled like leaves. "Did you come to meet me." she said. "Did you come to meet Caddy. What did you let him get his hands so cold for, Versh."

"I told him to keep them in his pockets." Versh said. "Holding on to that ahun gate."

"Did you come to meet Caddy," she said, rubbing my hands. "What is it. What are you trying to tell Caddy." Caddy smelled like trees and like when she says we were asleep.

What are you moaning about, Luster said. You can watch them again when we get to the branch. Here. Here's you a jimson weed. He gave me the flower. We went through the fence, into the lot.

"What is it." Caddy said. "What are you trying to tell Caddy. Did they send him out, Versh."

"Couldn't keep him in." Versh said. "He kept on until they let him go and he come right straight down here, looking through the gate."

"What is it." Caddy said. "Did you think it would be Christmas when I came home from school. Is that what you thought. Christmas is the day after tomorrow. Santy Claus, Benjy. Santy Claus. Come on, let's run to the house and get warm." She took my hand and we ran through the bright rustling leaves. We ran up the steps and out of the bright cold, into the dark cold. Uncle Maury was putting the bottle back in the sideboard. He called Caddy. Caddy said,

"Take him in to the fire, Versh. Go with Versh." she said. "I'll come in a minute."

We went to the fire. Mother said,

"Is he cold, Versh."

"Nome." Versh said.

"Take his overcoat and overshoes off." Mother said. "How many times do I have to tell you not to bring him into the house with his overshoes on."

"Yessum." Versh said. "Hold still, now." He took my overshoes off and unbuttoned my coat. Caddy said,

"Wait, Versh. Cant he go out again, Mother. I want him to go with me."

"You'd better leave him here." Uncle Maury said. "He's been out enough today."

"I think you'd both better stay in." Mother said. "It's getting colder, Dilsey says."

"Oh, Mother." Caddy said.

"Nonsense." Uncle Maury said. "She's been in school all day. She needs the fresh air. Run along, Candace."

"Let him go, Mother." Caddy said. "Please. You know he'll cry."

"Then why did you mention it before him." Mother said. "Why did you come in here. To give him some excuse to worry me again. You've been out enough today. I think you'd better sit down here and play with him."

"Let them go, Caroline." Uncle Maury said. "A little cold wont hurt them. Remember, you've got to keep your strength up."

"I know." Mother said. "Nobody knows how I dread Christmas. Nobody knows. I am not one of those women who can stand things. I wish for Jason's and the children's sakes I was stronger."

"You must do the best you can and not let them worry you." Uncle Maury said. "Run along, you two. But dont stay out long, now. Your mother will worry."

"Yes, sir." Caddy said. "Come on, Benjy. We're going out doors again." She buttoned my coat and we went toward the door.

"Are you going to take that baby out without his overshoes." Mother said. "Do you want to make him sick, with the house full of company."

"I forgot." Caddy said. "I thought he had them on."

We went back. "You must think." Mother said. Hold still now Versh said. He put my overshoes on. "Someday I'll be gone, and you'll have to think for him." Now stomp Versh said. "Come here and kiss Mother, Benjamin."

Caddy took me to Mother's chair and Mother took my face in her hands and then she held me against her.

"My poor baby." she said. She let me go. "You and Versh take good care of him, honey."

"Yessum." Caddy said. We went out. Caddy said,

"You needn't go, Versh. I'll keep him for a while."

"All right." Versh said. "I aint going out in that cold for no fun." He went on and we stopped in the hall and Caddy knelt and put her arms around me and her cold bright face against mine. She smelled like trees.

"You're not a poor baby. Are you. Are you. You've got your Caddy. Haven't you got your Caddy."

Cant you shut up that moaning and slobbering, Luster said. Aint you shamed of yourself, making all this racket. We passed the carriage house, where the carriage was. It had a new wheel.

"Git in, now, and set still until your maw come." Dilsey said. She shoved me into the carriage. T. P. held the reins. "Clare I dont see how come Jason wont get a new surrey." Dilsey said. "This thing going to fall to pieces under you all some day. Look at them wheels."

Mother came out, pulling her veil down. She had some flowers.

"Where's Roskus." she said.

"Roskus cant lift his arms, today." Dilsey said. "T. P. can drive all right."

"I'm afraid to." Mother said. "It seems to me you all could furnish me with a driver for the carriage once a week. It's little enough I ask, Lord knows."

"You know just as well as me that Roskus got the rheumatism too bad to do more than he have to, Miss Cahline." Dilsey said. "You come on and get in, now. T. P. can drive you just as good as Roskus."

"I'm afraid to." Mother said. "With the baby."

Dilsey went up the steps. "You calling that thing a baby." she said. She took Mother's arm. "A man big as T. P. Come on, now, if you going."

"I'm afraid to." Mother said. They came down the steps and Dilsey helped Mother in. "Perhaps it'll be the best thing, for all of us." Mother said.

"Aint you shamed, talking that way." Dilsey said. "Dont you know it'll take more than a eighteen year old nigger to make Queenie run away. She older than him and Benjy put together. And dont you start no projecking with Queenie, you hear me. T. P. If you dont drive to suit Miss Cahline, I going to put Roskus on you. He aint too tied up to do that."

"Yessum." T. P. said.

"I just know something will happen." Mother said. "Stop, Benjamin."

"Give him a flower to hold." Dilsey said. "That what he wanting." She reached her hand in.

"No, no." Mother said. "You'll have them all scattered."

"You hold them." Dilsey said. "I'll get him one out." She gave me a flower and her hand went away.

"Go on now, fore Quentin see you and have to go too." Dilsey said.

"Where is she." Mother said.

"She down to the house playing with Luster." Dilsey said. "Go on, T. P. Drive that surrey like Roskus told you, now.

"Yessum." T. P. said. "Hum up, Queenie."

"Quentin." Mother said. "Dont let "

"Course I is." Dilsey said.

The carriage jolted and crunched on the drive. "I'm afraid to go and leave Quentin." Mother said. "I'd better not go. T. P." We went through the gate, where it didn't jolt anymore. T. P. hit Queenie with the whip.

"You, T. P." Mother said.

"Got to get her going." T. P. said. "Keep her wake up till we get back to the barn."

"Turn around." Mother said. "I'm afraid to go and leave Quentin."

"Cant turn here." T. P. said. Then it was broader.

"Cant you turn here." Mother said.

"All right." T. P. said. We began to turn.

"You, T. P." Mother said, clutching me.

"I got to turn around some how." T. P. said. "Whoa, Queenie." We stopped.

"You'll turn us over." Mother said.

"What you want to do, then." T. P. said.

"I'm afraid for you to try to turn around." Mother said.

"Get up, Queenie." T. P. said. We went on.

"I just know Dilsey will let something happen to Quentin while I'm gone." Mother said. "We must hurry back."

"Hum up, there." T. P. said. He hit Queenie with the whip.

"You, T. P." Mother said, clutching me. I could hear Queenie's feet and the bright shapes went smooth and steady on both sides, the shadows of them flowing across Queenie's back. They went on like the bright tops of wheels. Then those on one side stopped at the tall white post where the soldier was. But on the other side they went on smooth and steady, but a little slower.

"What do you want." Jason said. He had his hands in his pockets and a pencil behind his ear.

"We're going to the cemetery." Mother said.

"All right." Jason said. "I dont aim to stop you, do I. Was that all you wanted with me, just to tell me that."

"I know you wont come." Mother said. "I'd feel safer if you would."

"Safe from what." Jason said.

(Continues...)

Excerpted from "The Sound and the Fury" by William Faulkner. Copyright (C) 1991 by William Faulkner. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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Sound and Fury by Faulkner is no longer a good read.


Mar/06/2010
This work by Faulkner is no longer appropriate to the times. It has no place in our current American way of life or desire for good reading.
by H____ (Katy, TX)

A Story Everybody Who Loves Fiction Should Read


Jan/28/2010
People have been writing about this book for a long time, mostly saying how good this compelling story about an old Southern family is. I'm just a small voice, but I want to add my praise of this book that intertwines past and present, what is real and what is not, the conscious and the subconscious. This is a wonderful story, one everybody who loves fiction should read.
by Beth Saboori (Santa Monica, California)

Once again, a reminder I should read more Faulkner


Dec/29/2009
I've only read three books so far by Faulkner: As I Lay Dying, A Light in August, and now The Sound and the Fury. I've loved all three of them, and plan to eventually read all of his works.

One thing that helped me with The Sound the the Fury was knowing going into it that the first section was told from the perspective of Benjy, the mentally challenged brother. The Benjy part skips all over the place, from his childhood up to current time; with no breaks in between. It can be confusing until you start to catch on.

By the end of the book, everthing makes sense and fits together perfectly. If I encountered something that didn't quite make sense (such as Benjy being called Maury), it is explained later in the book. I think my favorite section was the part told from Jason's point of view; he's not a very likeable character yet you feel sorry for him. There's also a fair amount of subtle humor in the Jason section, which was entertaining.

All in all, this was an excellent book. I can't wait to read more by Faulkner, who is begining to rank right up there with my other favorite authors.
by kellyreaderofbooks (Iowa, USA)

Rewarding!


Aug/29/2009
"The Sound and the Fury" by William Faulkner has a strong narration with morality developing through the events that take place. The narrative moves the story straight to the reader with events feeding along the way like a river gaining momentum from tributaries. This book is exciting to read and keeps the reader enthralled with the telling of the story.
In "The Sound and the Fury" a sense of time flowing is felt, and the book is pleasant reading showcasing William Faulkner's great writing. He is a fun author to read, and I recommend this book.
by Jorge A Broggio ()

Worth The Trouble


Jul/09/2009
Is it worth your time to read a book that toys with your ability to make any sense of it?

Normally, I'd say no, but "The Sound And The Fury" is a loud exception. You'll have to read it twice to figure out what is going on, but when you do, you'll find yourself riveted by a tale revolving around the glory and sordidness of human existence.

Told in four wildly divergent sections, the novel tells the story of the Compson family, once proud members of Mississippi aristocracy now reduced to a state of genteel near-poverty. Each is screwed up in his or her own special way: from the self-pitying matriarch obsessed with the purity of her family line; to her mentally retarded son Benjamin; to her other living son Jason, a study in bitter cussedness who plots against everyone but manages to damage himself most. Another son, Quentin, killed himself at Harvard, though he waited until the end of the school year to get his tuition's worth.

"The Sound And The Fury" is a book not of meaning but of subjective emotions as unique to the reader as to the characters, an immersive experience that makes more sense as it draws you in.

Unfortunately, that doesn't begin to happen for most of us until you make it through the opening chapter, which presents a day in the life of the Compsons as seen through the inarticulate Benjamin circa 1929, when the novel was published. At first, as one stumbles back and forth through various incarnations of Benjamin's life, this seems a major mistake. But as the chapter continues, a rhythm develops, along with a sense of Benjamin as a kind of time portal for viewing the Compson story in "then-and-now" fashion.

The theme of time's ebb and flow continues in the next chapter, Quentin's stream of consciousness on the last day of his life 17 years early. More becomes clear, such as the concept of honor Quentin holds so dear and his tortured relationship both with his nihilistic father and with his sister Candace, the novel's true hero according to the author, though a mysterious one as we only see her through the eyes of the other characters. Quentin agonizes about Caddy's sex life and his own oppressive concept of time, making his chapter sometimes even tougher than Benjamin's, but when you do read it with enough effort, you feel like you have unlocked a critical aspect of the novel, that is its message of existential despair.

"Man the sum of what have you," Quentin recalls his father saying. "A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire."

Whether William Faulkner was really writing such a novel is a subject that keeps literary professors in tweed. Certainly the next section is his darkest, though not without a certain cosmic justice and a great deal of comedy. It features Jason, my favorite character for his wholesale miserableness and self-absorption. Faulkner in his Appendix, found at the end of the book, calls Jason "the first sane Compson" in a while, but Jason has a few screws loose, and is just as unmoored by the passage of time. He is still sore about a missed bank job from 17 years ago, and endlessly brings it up in self-pitying conversation with his overbearing mother.

Jason's take on what ails his family: "Blood, I says, governors and generals. It's a damn good thing we never had any kings and presidents, or we'd all be down there at Jackson chasing butterflies."

After Jason comes the final, clearest chapter, focusing on Dilsey, the black woman who makes it her job to look after the surviving Compsons, no matter how unappreciative and downright nasty they are about it. A mesmerizing church service on Easter provides a note of closure, and perhaps redemption, in an otherwise emotionally ravaging tale. "I've seed the first and de last," she says.

For the Compsons, life is a circus of pain and meaninglessness, but for Dilsey at least, there is some reward, perhaps just temporal, a sense of enduring and thus justifying oneself. Reading "The Sound And The Fury" may be difficult, too, but it offers its own deeply satisfying if somewhat inexpressible rewards.
by Bill Slocum (Norwalk, CT USA)

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