The Sound and the Fury by William FaulknerThe Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner

The Sound and the Fury

byWilliam Faulkner

Paperback | January 30, 1991

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The Sound and the Fury is the tragedy of the Compson family, featuring some of the most memorable characters in literature: beautiful, rebellious Caddy; the manchild Benjy; haunted, neurotic Quentin; Jason, the brutal cynic; and Dilsey, their black servant. Their lives fragmented and harrowed by history and legacy, the character’s voices and actions mesh to create what is arguably Faulkner’s masterpiece and  one of the greatest novels of the twentieth century.

“I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire. . . . I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.” —from The Sound and the Fury

William Cuthbert Faulkner was born in 1897 and raised in Oxford, Mississippi, where he spent most of his life. One of the towering figures of American literature, he is the author of The Sound and the Fury, Absalom, Absalom!, and As I Lay Dying, among many other  remarkable books. Faulkner was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1950 and France...
Title:The Sound and the FuryFormat:PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 8 × 5.14 × 0.75 inPublished:January 30, 1991Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 2 out of 5 by from Experimental style didn't work for me. The story of a crumbling southern family was muddled by the experimental style of the novel. The book is divided into sections told from a different character's perspective. Reading through section one is the most difficult and requires a lot of rereading and deciphering, but I thought the book picked up in the later sections. While I appreciate experimentation in writing, I felt it didn't always work in this novel.
Date published: 2017-07-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Worth the Effort I chose this as my first Faulkner at the suggestion of my girlfriend (she loves him, and this is her favourite). I've no problem admitting that I had a difficult time getting through it. Normally if I'm 50 pages into a book and not enjoying it, I'll put it down. This one, I knew I'd force myself to finish. Out of pride, I suppose -- and because of its reputation. About 2/3rds of the way through I was pretty frustrated that I wasn't fully grasping the depth that seemed to me was clearly there, so I sought out some 3rd party discourse to fill in a few of the blanks. It worked: wheels spun, things clicked, and after I made it to the end I immediately went back and re-read the earlier sections -- this time with a much better understanding of the plot, the characters, and the sensory devices that Faulkner uses here. Not everyone will have this experience. Some will "get" it right away; others won't care to bother. Almost a year later this still stands out as one of my most memorable and satisfying reading experiences, due to both the novel itself and the extra effort I put into my own comprehension of it. I always reserve that fifth star for books that continue to resonate with me long after I've returned them to the shelf; and so there you have it.
Date published: 2017-06-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Worth checking out This is a pretty intricate group of story lines that mesh appropriately together. Though the characters come from the upper class world of the American South, they are also truly relatable. Each character, despite the economic background from which they come, share many human elements such as guilt, remorse, anger, regret, resentment, depression, mental illness, jealously and the like. If you like the type of story that could be produced as a stage performance, than this is a wonderful opportunity to experience just that.
Date published: 2017-05-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Ambitious style, terrible plot and characters. The stream of consciousness style that he goes for here is really brilliant. He doesn't pull it off perfectly, but it's really amazing nonetheless. What brings this from 4-5 star potential to a solid 3 is that I really did not find much of value in the story it's self even though I was blown away by how it was told. Kind of a shame that such an ambitious writing style would be applied to such stock elements of early 20th century southern writing.
Date published: 2017-04-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book This is a hard book to follow, but that's what makes it great. The tale told by an idiot revels characterization as the plot is slowly revealed. I will read this book a third time but only when I have a few weeks to digest this masterpiece at my leisure.
Date published: 2017-01-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Great American Novel Look no further. This is it.
Date published: 2016-11-21
Rated 3 out of 5 by from I had some issues The Sound and the Fury is a very challenging read and one that takes an immense amount of patience, re-reading and focus. However, this results in a novel that is narratively very interesting. My issue with it was the fact that the character around whom the narrative revolved was completely denied a voice, with all narrative being told through the male characters' gaze and their fantasies. I find that other similarly interesting modernist novels succeed much better in this regard, such as Virginia Woolf's The Waves.
Date published: 2016-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A difficult, but worthy read #plumreview with it's multiple narrators and especially Benjy, the initial narrator, The Sound and the Fury can be a little difficult to follow (Benjy bounces between the present and the past with very little indication of change), but once you get the rhythm down, you'll be set to enjoy a true American classic.
Date published: 2016-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Worth the struggle Some difficult books are just not worth the struggle to finish them; this is not one of them. The first section, narrated by Benji, is full of sentence fragments and it is difficult to piece the story together. The succeeding sections are easier to read a family tragedy emerges from the fragments that's one of the greatest novels I've ever read, one that only improves with each rereading.
Date published: 2016-11-07

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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. "Father and Quentin cant hurt you."Mother put her handkerchief under her veil. "Stop it, Mother." Jason said. "Do you want to get that damn looney to bawling in the middle of the square. Drive on, T. P."Hum up, Queenie." T. P. said."It's a judgment on me." Mother said. "But I'll be gone too, soon.""Here." Jason said.

Bookclub Guide

The questions, discussion topics, and author biography that follow are designed to enhance your group's reading of three of William Faulkner's greatest novels: The Sound and the Fury, As I Lay Dying, and Absalom, Absalom! We hope that they will provide you with new ways of thinking and talking about three works that stand as major landmarks in the history of modern American literature, works that exemplify Faulkner's bold stylistic and formal innovations, his creation of unforgettably powerful voices and characters, and his brilliant insight into the psychological, economic, and social realities of life in the South in the transition from the Civil War to the modern era. In their intellectual and aesthetic richness, these novels raise nearly endless possibilities for discussion. The questions below will necessarily be limited and are meant to open several, but certainly not all, areas of inquiry for your reading group.

From Our Editors

Caddy Compson is the beautiful and tragic daughter at the heart of a confused family. Domestic life is as rich with love as it is with deceit, which begins to reveal itself when Caddy's brothers - the fool Benjy, the suicidal Quentin and the demonic Jason - start recounting their relationships with their sisters, exposing the only past disturbing enough to account for the present. William Faulkner perfected his constructive stream of consciousness just in time for The Sound and the Fury to bowl over readers and set itself apart as a Southern classic.

Editorial Reviews

“I am in awe of Faulkner’s Benjy, James’s Maisie, Flaubert’s Emma, Melville’s Pip, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein—each of us can extend the list. . . . I am interested in what prompts and makes possible this process of entering what one is estranged from.” —Toni Morrison “No man ever put more of his heart and soul into the written word than did William Faulkner. If you want to know all you can about that heart and soul, the fiction where he put it is still right there.” —Eudora Welty